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“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to do, if not planning to drink? You appear a little woozy, after all.” he noted the man’s face, flushed in a deep red. He seemed to know what made him tick, so he held a glove to his cheek.

Even as much as I want, for now, I’m restraining doing anything back, and more currently spellbound, and can’t help but nuzzle my clean-shaven cheek warmly, and tenderly back, 

“My voice barely  a raspy squeak, since my blood is being channeled in so many directions, some more than others..

“Maybe we could get a room somewhere, perhaps?” He doesn’t even have the gumption to ‘invite himself over’, just yet anyway, though certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer, either.

“A room? Ah, perhaps I can show you my stage room back at the theatre? Fans ask me to take them there all the time! I’m sure there would be something you’d like there, and I can show you some really neat magician’s gear.” Mumbo replied.

“Or is there anywhere specific you’d like to go? Perhaps my house? Whatever makes you most comfortable, doll~”

Mumbo chuckled at Scott’s joke.

“Ahaha, why thank you! I don’t get much appreciation from many, and that just made my day, sweetie!”

Finally I succumb, and get the nerve to slide an arm around the man’s waist, and I gasp again at the mere thought, the rich smoothness of his dashing outfit, I slide in as close as allowed.

“I’d love to see all, but I’d very much love to see your house, I’d even pay for the honor, and privilege. But I honestly do want to do it all, see it all, with you.”

“Oh my, I’d be delighted to take you there, then! You’re also quite touchy, darlin’!”

Mumbo took the man by the hand, and he got out his wand.

“You see, I don’t have a need for public transportation, as long as I have this! My wand can zap us to anywhere within the city in a matter of seconds, just hold onto me tight! Looks like you’re already halfway there, however~”

The magician flicked his wand.

1

2

3!

“Mumbo Jumbo!” he shouted, holding onto Scott as they were wisked away to Mumbo’s place.

The duo soon arrived at the apartment. Most people would expect a showman of Mumbo’s proportion to live somewhere more impressive, but he lived alone, and preferred to keep things at a low, especially given his criminal record.

“Ta-da! We made it in one piece, isn’t it lovely? It may be small, but it’s much less of a hassle to take care of at my age, sweetie!”

He chuckled, letting go of Scott.

I take the hand, and of course, squeeze it ultra tight, and less clammy, now. Still sort of underlying hint of nerves, but quickly dissipating, now!

And those gloves.. always giving off a charge of their own, I can’t help but lean in quite close yet again.

The teleportation doesn’t hurt, even one bit. I do seem a little surprised, but not terribly.

“I imagine you being on the road so often, that you don’t need anything big or extravagant at atl.

“I watch the cape flicker and billow, and hear it snap and whisk around, before, during and after, too.

“I’d.. I’d hate to put you out of your  own darn place, that would be a travesty.”

“Can you make drinks appear, even after hours, and stuff like that, too?”

Mumbo chuckled, heading towards the kitchen.

“I prefer making my drinks the old fashioned way, using magic for everything makes life at home way too easy! What would you like? I’m a bit of a red wine person myself.”

He noted the young man’s statement.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. I want my guests to feel special, just as any performer wants to please his or her audience!”

Mumbo got out a big bottle of the aformentioned drink. He took out two glasses, pouring the liquid into one of them.

“I can imagine it would get boring after a time, yeah. I’ll have whatever you’re having, just so long as it’s not plain old boring beer! Or anything with an overly bitter taste, and if it  has liqueur in it, chances are I’ll favor that even more.”

He waits patiently for you to pour it, carefully observing the extremely well-practiced movements, and definitely your cape constantly flicking, and billowing, as well.

“This is why you’re outfit’s so fantastic, in case magic ever bottoms out, you could be the best, most dashing beertender there ever was!” 

“My, my, you’re one for flattering an older man. Red wine for you, dearie!”

Mumbo hands the glass to Scott, smiling.

“You like my outfit? I do fancy classical attire, it just looks so good on me!”

He laughed.

“A bartender? Ah, but my love lies with magic, and always will. Tell me, what got you into magic? Or is it something else about me you admire? My outfit? My voice? My touch? I’d love to learn more about you!”

But, instead, decide to move over to the couch, instead, making a bit of a point of patting, and smoothing the space next to him. 

“How about all of the above? You’re the greatest of at least the last three decades, not only that, your charm, your overflowing charisma, also, which is important in almost any public profession, but even more a showman’s! And, yes, undoubtedly your outfit, and the way you tend to use it to enhance moves, unless you might be doing that just for me...  And I highly respect my elders, as they’ve seen, and experienced things I might never be able to, and I’ll come full circle to my initial, original statement, wrap all that up, and the fact you’re so incredibly handsome on top of all that, well I hope you can understand my jitters and nerves.”

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to do, if not planning to drink? You appear a little woozy, after all.” he noted the man’s face, flushed in a deep red. He seemed to know what made him tick, so he held a glove to his cheek.

Even as much as I want, for now, I’m restraining doing anything back, and more currently spellbound, and can’t help but nuzzle my clean-shaven cheek warmly, and tenderly back, 

“My voice barely  a raspy squeak, since my blood is being channeled in so many directions, some more than others..

“Maybe we could get a room somewhere, perhaps?” He doesn’t even have the gumption to ‘invite himself over’, just yet anyway, though certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer, either.

“A room? Ah, perhaps I can show you my stage room back at the theatre? Fans ask me to take them there all the time! I’m sure there would be something you’d like there, and I can show you some really neat magician’s gear.” Mumbo replied.

“Or is there anywhere specific you’d like to go? Perhaps my house? Whatever makes you most comfortable, doll~”

Mumbo chuckled at Scott’s joke.

“Ahaha, why thank you! I don’t get much appreciation from many, and that just made my day, sweetie!”

Finally I succumb, and get the nerve to slide an arm around the man’s waist, and I gasp again at the mere thought, the rich smoothness of his dashing outfit, I slide in as close as allowed.

“I’d love to see all, but I’d very much love to see your house, I’d even pay for the honor, and privilege. But I honestly do want to do it all, see it all, with you.”

“Oh my, I’d be delighted to take you there, then! You’re also quite touchy, darlin’!”

Mumbo took the man by the hand, and he got out his wand.

“You see, I don’t have a need for public transportation, as long as I have this! My wand can zap us to anywhere within the city in a matter of seconds, just hold onto me tight! Looks like you’re already halfway there, however~”

The magician flicked his wand.

1

2

3!

“Mumbo Jumbo!” he shouted, holding onto Scott as they were wisked away to Mumbo’s place.

The duo soon arrived at the apartment. Most people would expect a showman of Mumbo’s proportion to live somewhere more impressive, but he lived alone, and preferred to keep things at a low, especially given his criminal record.

“Ta-da! We made it in one piece, isn’t it lovely? It may be small, but it’s much less of a hassle to take care of at my age, sweetie!”

He chuckled, letting go of Scott.

I take the hand, and of course, squeeze it ultra tight, and less clammy, now. Still sort of underlying hint of nerves, but quickly dissipating, now!

And those gloves.. always giving off a charge of their own, I can’t help but lean in quite close yet again.

The teleportation doesn’t hurt, even one bit. I do seem a little surprised, but not terribly.

“I imagine you being on the road so often, that you don’t need anything big or extravagant at atl.

“I watch the cape flicker and billow, and hear it snap and whisk around, before, during and after, too.

“I’d.. I’d hate to put you out of your  own darn place, that would be a travesty.”

“Can you make drinks appear, even after hours, and stuff like that, too?”

Mumbo chuckled, heading towards the kitchen.

“I prefer making my drinks the old fashioned way, using magic for everything makes life at home way too easy! What would you like? I’m a bit of a red wine person myself.”

He noted the young man’s statement.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. I want my guests to feel special, just as any performer wants to please his or her audience!”

Mumbo got out a big bottle of the aformentioned drink. He took out two glasses, pouring the liquid into one of them.

“I can imagine it would get boring after a time, yeah. I’ll have whatever you’re having, just so long as it’s not plain old boring beer! Or anything with an overly bitter taste, and if it  has liqueur in it, chances are I’ll favor that even more.”

He waits patiently for you to pour it, carefully observing the extremely well-practiced movements, and definitely your cape constantly flicking, and billowing, as well.

“This is why you’re outfit’s so fantastic, in case magic ever bottoms out, you could be the best, most dashing beertender there ever was!” 

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to do, if not planning to drink? You appear a little woozy, after all.” he noted the man’s face, flushed in a deep red. He seemed to know what made him tick, so he held a glove to his cheek.

Even as much as I want, for now, I’m restraining doing anything back, and more currently spellbound, and can’t help but nuzzle my clean-shaven cheek warmly, and tenderly back, 

“My voice barely  a raspy squeak, since my blood is being channeled in so many directions, some more than others..

“Maybe we could get a room somewhere, perhaps?” He doesn’t even have the gumption to ‘invite himself over’, just yet anyway, though certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer, either.

“A room? Ah, perhaps I can show you my stage room back at the theatre? Fans ask me to take them there all the time! I’m sure there would be something you’d like there, and I can show you some really neat magician’s gear.” Mumbo replied.

“Or is there anywhere specific you’d like to go? Perhaps my house? Whatever makes you most comfortable, doll~”

Mumbo chuckled at Scott’s joke.

“Ahaha, why thank you! I don’t get much appreciation from many, and that just made my day, sweetie!”

Finally I succumb, and get the nerve to slide an arm around the man’s waist, and I gasp again at the mere thought, the rich smoothness of his dashing outfit, I slide in as close as allowed.

“I’d love to see all, but I’d very much love to see your house, I’d even pay for the honor, and privilege. But I honestly do want to do it all, see it all, with you.”

“Oh my, I’d be delighted to take you there, then! You’re also quite touchy, darlin’!”

Mumbo took the man by the hand, and he got out his wand.

“You see, I don’t have a need for public transportation, as long as I have this! My wand can zap us to anywhere within the city in a matter of seconds, just hold onto me tight! Looks like you’re already halfway there, however~”

The magician flicked his wand.

1

2

3!

“Mumbo Jumbo!” he shouted, holding onto Scott as they were wisked away to Mumbo’s place.

The duo soon arrived at the apartment. Most people would expect a showman of Mumbo’s proportion to live somewhere more impressive, but he lived alone, and preferred to keep things at a low, especially given his criminal record.

“Ta-da! We made it in one piece, isn’t it lovely? It may be small, but it’s much less of a hassle to take care of at my age, sweetie!”

He chuckled, letting go of Scott.

I take the hand, and of course, squeeze it ultra tight, and less clammy, now. Still sort of underlying hint of nerves, but quickly dissipating, now!

And those gloves.. always giving off a charge of their own, I can’t help but lean in quite close yet again.

The teleportation doesn’t hurt, even one bit. I do seem a little surprised, but not terribly.

“I imagine you being on the road so often, that you don’t need anything big or extravagant at atl.

“I watch the cape flicker and billow, and hear it snap and whisk around, before, during and after, too.

“I’d.. I’d hate to put you out of your  own darn place, that would be a travesty.”

“Can you make drinks appear, even after hours, and stuff like that, too?”

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to do, if not planning to drink? You appear a little woozy, after all.” he noted the man’s face, flushed in a deep red. He seemed to know what made him tick, so he held a glove to his cheek.

Even as much as I want, for now, I’m restraining doing anything back, and more currently spellbound, and can’t help but nuzzle my clean-shaven cheek warmly, and tenderly back, 

“My voice barely  a raspy squeak, since my blood is being channeled in so many directions, some more than others..

“Maybe we could get a room somewhere, perhaps?” He doesn’t even have the gumption to ‘invite himself over’, just yet anyway, though certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer, either.

“A room? Ah, perhaps I can show you my stage room back at the theatre? Fans ask me to take them there all the time! I’m sure there would be something you’d like there, and I can show you some really neat magician’s gear.” Mumbo replied.

“Or is there anywhere specific you’d like to go? Perhaps my house? Whatever makes you most comfortable, doll~”

Mumbo chuckled at Scott’s joke.

“Ahaha, why thank you! I don’t get much appreciation from many, and that just made my day, sweetie!”

Finally I succumb, and get the nerve to slide an arm around the man’s waist, and I gasp again at the mere thought, the rich smoothness of his dashing outfit, I slide in as close as allowed.

“I’d love to see all, but I’d very much love to see your house, I’d even pay for the honor, and privilege. But I honestly do want to do it all, see it all, with you.”

“Oh my, I’d be delighted to take you there, then! You’re also quite touchy, darlin’!”

Mumbo took the man by the hand, and he got out his wand.

“You see, I don’t have a need for public transportation, as long as I have this! My wand can zap us to anywhere within the city in a matter of seconds, just hold onto me tight! Looks like you’re already halfway there, however~”

The magician flicked his wand.

1

2

3!

“Mumbo Jumbo!” he shouted, holding onto Scott as they were wisked away to Mumbo’s place.

The duo soon arrived at the apartment. Most people would expect a showman of Mumbo’s proportion to live somewhere more impressive, but he lived alone, and preferred to keep things at a low, especially given his criminal record.

“Ta-da! We made it in one piece, isn’t it lovely? It may be small, but it’s much less of a hassle to take care of at my age, sweetie!”

He chuckled, letting go of Scott.

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to do, if not planning to drink? You appear a little woozy, after all.” he noted the man’s face, flushed in a deep red. He seemed to know what made him tick, so he held a glove to his cheek.

Even as much as I want, for now, I’m restraining doing anything back, and more currently spellbound, and can’t help but nuzzle my clean-shaven cheek warmly, and tenderly back, 

“My voice barely  a raspy squeak, since my blood is being channeled in so many directions, some more than others..

“Maybe we could get a room somewhere, perhaps?” He doesn’t even have the gumption to ‘invite himself over’, just yet anyway, though certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer, either.

“A room? Ah, perhaps I can show you my stage room back at the theatre? Fans ask me to take them there all the time! I’m sure there would be something you’d like there, and I can show you some really neat magician’s gear.” Mumbo replied.

“Or is there anywhere specific you’d like to go? Perhaps my house? Whatever makes you most comfortable, doll~”

Mumbo chuckled at Scott’s joke.

“Ahaha, why thank you! I don’t get much appreciation from many, and that just made my day, sweetie!”

Finally I succumb, and get the nerve to slide an arm around the man’s waist, and I gasp again at the mere thought, the rich smoothness of his dashing outfit, I slide in as close as allowed.

“I’d love to see all, but I’d very much love to see your house, I’d even pay for the honor, and privilege. But I honestly do want to do it all, see it all, with you.”

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to do, if not planning to drink? You appear a little woozy, after all.” he noted the man’s face, flushed in a deep red. He seemed to know what made him tick, so he held a glove to his cheek.

Even as much as I want, for now, I’m restraining doing anything back, and more currently spellbound, and can’t help but nuzzle my clean-shaven cheek warmly, and tenderly back, 

“My voice barely  a raspy squeak, since my blood is being channeled in so many directions, some more than others..

“Maybe we could get a room somewhere, perhaps?” He doesn’t even have the gumption to ‘invite himself over’, just yet anyway, though certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer, either.

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

Mumbo lowered his head in a bow, glancing back up at the young man.

“I am thrilled to make your aquaintance, and you should probably be careful with where you step. Don’t need the young folks fallin’ on me now!” he chuckled.

“Jokes? I always love a good joke! For now, though, I’ll get you that drink, and maybe have a nice chat. I’d love to get to know you better, Scotty~”

The magician spoke in a soft, almost flirty tone. He held out his hand to the man, smiling.

I falter, yet again, this time by accident, because all my body is popping, now, besides just my head, and now getting flustered, besides.

“I obviously already know who you are, you’re The Amazingly Magnificent, Majestic and so incredibly competent Mumbo. I’m almost wondering if I should have a drink, or not now, at this point, perhaps.”

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

It was a little bizarre, but not anything that would keep him distracted.

“Oh, don’t you worry about a thing! I may have been a criminal, but I’m not cold-hearted enough to tease you, much.”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the shoulder of the stranger.

“My name’s Scott, and I got jokes, too, there’s one running through my head right now, in fact.. And maybe I’ll get a bit more loose with someon-.... I mean some liquer flowing through me.”

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”

Mumbo grinned wide, clasping his gloved hands together in excitement.

Though as if to make it even more painfully obvious, my eyes go bug-eyed wide upon seeing thsoe gloved hands clasp together like that, and so skilled, so precise.

“Quite probably, yes....”

“I dohopeyouwon’tholditagainstme...” he says, really fast.

“Hehehe, just pulling your leg there, kiddo! I guess I would have to thank my parents, or maybe even the hat and wand?”