[Larry isn't the kind of video game character that has health points as a stat, but if he did, he would've already been at about 80%, and seconds away from being at 75%. He's here in the main office to nurse his wounds from running face-first into an ice rink wall at full speed and the subsequent fall into the ice below. As the proverbial doctor ordered, he has an ice pack pressed against half his face and a cup of the same hot chocolate in his other hand.
Apparently the performance merited an encore. He feels the same alien headache strike him in the core of his brain, and the outer edges of his vision darkening rapidly inwards -- immediately stopping him in his tracks.]
Nononodont--
[Aaand he goes down, spilling his hot chocolate over the floor and dropping the ice pack -- perhaps a small price to pay to experience what it's like to be a...
...teenage pop star?
Like a vivid dream, he doesn't get the privilege of logically questioning what he's witnessing and experiencing, helplessly surrendered to accepting that this is what's happening.
This is what it's like to be youthful.
This is what it's like to be cute.
This is what it's like to have an entire stadium crying out in joy for being just being in the same shared space.
This is what--
Just the moment where he's invested -- where he wants to see more, wants to know where it ends up going -- it gets torn from him like a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. Larry gasps like he's just surfaced, eyes wide with shock, face tingling from the burn of what turned out to be too-hot chocolate. He looks up to see that he's being crouched over by someone who is now familiar as of thirty seconds ago, and a giant snow-white woman, which was totally cool until he got a good look at Kanzeon's not-face.
Larry lets out a terrified little whimper and gets up just enough to scuttle away backwards.]
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Apparently the performance merited an encore. He feels the same alien headache strike him in the core of his brain, and the outer edges of his vision darkening rapidly inwards -- immediately stopping him in his tracks.]
Nononodont--
[Aaand he goes down, spilling his hot chocolate over the floor and dropping the ice pack -- perhaps a small price to pay to experience what it's like to be a...
...teenage pop star?
Like a vivid dream, he doesn't get the privilege of logically questioning what he's witnessing and experiencing, helplessly surrendered to accepting that this is what's happening.
This is what it's like to be youthful.
This is what it's like to be cute.
This is what it's like to have an entire stadium crying out in joy for being just being in the same shared space.
This is what--
Just the moment where he's invested -- where he wants to see more, wants to know where it ends up going -- it gets torn from him like a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. Larry gasps like he's just surfaced, eyes wide with shock, face tingling from the burn of what turned out to be too-hot chocolate. He looks up to see that he's being crouched over by someone who is now familiar as of thirty seconds ago, and a giant snow-white woman, which was totally cool until he got a good look at Kanzeon's not-face.
Larry lets out a terrified little whimper and gets up just enough to scuttle away backwards.]