[Yeah, it's just like before. Wolfwood does not particularly have free will in this space, and thus he bows to the crowd once he takes his position back up on the stage. He still hates it, still doesn't want to be here, but he wants to die in a terribly horrific way even less, so.
He grabs the paper a little too tightly as it lands in his hands, crumpling it slightly at the edges as he reads the text and- once again- has to resist the urge to roll his eyes. This is some sort of cosmic retribution for acting out, he's pretty sure.
He glances to Loop, makes a face, and then looks back at the paper so he can read in the most theatrically deadpan voice he can muster.]
Pretty Sweetie Bakery. Bread 20% off every Saturday! Because we LOAF you as much as you LOAF our bread.
Sorry Im late on this Zahliyaquest had me distracted-
He grabs the paper a little too tightly as it lands in his hands, crumpling it slightly at the edges as he reads the text and- once again- has to resist the urge to roll his eyes. This is some sort of cosmic retribution for acting out, he's pretty sure.
He glances to Loop, makes a face, and then looks back at the paper so he can read in the most theatrically deadpan voice he can muster.]
Pretty Sweetie Bakery. Bread 20% off every Saturday! Because we LOAF you as much as you LOAF our bread.