[Despite being out of range of the knives and sushi, Alex doesn’t quite seem ready to simply stop and stand around. His movements slow and mostly habitual, he keeps pacing about as he listens, his footsteps a velvet tread as he repeatedly shifts around in a small little area. It’s almost like a caged lion, like a predator who’s not quite fond of hunting with stillness.
He does stop, however, when Ebalon mentions the dancing.]
The furniture was… Right. [A swift, cursory roam through his assembled amalgamation of thousands of conscious minds within his own confirms that such an occurrence isn’t particularly normal. A few buried ones, however, draw attention to some sort of cartoon with a mouse. A wizard mouse.
That doesn’t seem particularly relevant, so he discards it for now. Focus.] What’s throwing them? [We’re just going to ignore the dancing entirely, actually.]
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He does stop, however, when Ebalon mentions the dancing.]
The furniture was… Right. [A swift, cursory roam through his assembled amalgamation of thousands of conscious minds within his own confirms that such an occurrence isn’t particularly normal. A few buried ones, however, draw attention to some sort of cartoon with a mouse. A wizard mouse.
That doesn’t seem particularly relevant, so he discards it for now. Focus.] What’s throwing them? [We’re just going to ignore the dancing entirely, actually.]