Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
Location: (East District) (Headquarters) Nionet's Office
Interacting: Nionet Sinblade, Katsura Kanna, August August
Wearing: See his image
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August covers his face with a hand at the Vice Elder's behavior, questioning how he earned such a position in the first place; though, based on the few times he's seen Silva in action, he can understand it.
When the door to Nionet's office is opened, Silva falls forward a tad but quickly catches himself to see Kanna's briefly startled expression.
"Ayyyyeee, chica! ¡Mucho tiempo sin verte!" Silva steps out of the way of Kanna, smiling widely beneath his mask to see her.
August looks up from his hand. He waves to her in return but stops when she addresses him directly to ask that he meet her downstairs. He nods, looking to Silva who shrugs, then back at Kanna to nod again.
As she takes her leave, Silva waves both of his hands excitedly in the air, calling out in his deep Mexican-Spanish accent, "See ya 'round, amiga!" Then he quickly back-steps into Nionet's office, followed by August poking his head in to ask if he can be dismissed since he doesn't possess any information regarding the recent killings.
Nionet gives him the go, and so he leaves.
Meanwhile, Silva rushes over to Nionet's desk--his metal feet clanking against the wooden floors--and he mounts it, careful of knocking something off, then crouches down in front of her. Cutely, he tilts his head and says tunefully, "Wha's poppin'? Don' mind me, jus' watchin'." He starts to bounce on his toes, pointing finger guns at the Elder and motioning them as if they're recoiling from being shot, "Heard yo verse, lemme top it. Pick a flow- Any flow- I'll mop it."
His voice grows louder, as does his enthusiasm, and his bouncing becomes more intense. "Aaaaye! Aaaaye! Aaaaye! Aaaaye!" Feeling himself now, Silva jumps backwards off of Nionet's desk and lands firmly on the floor, where he shows her an impressive twirl before executing the even more impressive crotch-grab-thrust, as done and trademarked by the famed Michael Jackson.
Michael's Jinx, you ask? Anti-gravity.
Interacting: Nionet Sinblade, Katsura Kanna, August August
Wearing: See his image
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August covers his face with a hand at the Vice Elder's behavior, questioning how he earned such a position in the first place; though, based on the few times he's seen Silva in action, he can understand it.
When the door to Nionet's office is opened, Silva falls forward a tad but quickly catches himself to see Kanna's briefly startled expression.
"Ayyyyeee, chica! ¡Mucho tiempo sin verte!" Silva steps out of the way of Kanna, smiling widely beneath his mask to see her.
August looks up from his hand. He waves to her in return but stops when she addresses him directly to ask that he meet her downstairs. He nods, looking to Silva who shrugs, then back at Kanna to nod again.
As she takes her leave, Silva waves both of his hands excitedly in the air, calling out in his deep Mexican-Spanish accent, "See ya 'round, amiga!" Then he quickly back-steps into Nionet's office, followed by August poking his head in to ask if he can be dismissed since he doesn't possess any information regarding the recent killings.
Nionet gives him the go, and so he leaves.
Meanwhile, Silva rushes over to Nionet's desk--his metal feet clanking against the wooden floors--and he mounts it, careful of knocking something off, then crouches down in front of her. Cutely, he tilts his head and says tunefully, "Wha's poppin'? Don' mind me, jus' watchin'." He starts to bounce on his toes, pointing finger guns at the Elder and motioning them as if they're recoiling from being shot, "Heard yo verse, lemme top it. Pick a flow- Any flow- I'll mop it."
His voice grows louder, as does his enthusiasm, and his bouncing becomes more intense. "Aaaaye! Aaaaye! Aaaaye! Aaaaye!" Feeling himself now, Silva jumps backwards off of Nionet's desk and lands firmly on the floor, where he shows her an impressive twirl before executing the even more impressive crotch-grab-thrust, as done and trademarked by the famed Michael Jackson.
Michael's Jinx, you ask? Anti-gravity.
Cracker
FabulousTrash (August is up next!)
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