[closed] zany face

[glossophobia]

🧙 WHO: Rosho and various others
⚔️️ WHAT: closed event prompts
🕒 WHEN: remainder of May
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: prob just some mild violence and language at the most

closed prompts in top-levels below!

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[roppou]

[Hitoya doesn't completely miss the cues that Rosho is presenting. He'd be a pretty terrible lawyer otherwise. But he doesn't know the teacher well enough to fully make proper sense of them yet. What he does know--at the party he learned that he and Sasara had a manzai duo together for example--stands somewhat at odds with the impression he gives now. Someone who doesn't exactly relish being in front of a crowd.

He sure has picked some strange professions if that's the case...]

Looks like Rosho here needs a bit of encouragement folks. How about a round of applause for our sensei. [The audience responds almost immediately with cheers from the darkness though the sound is somewhat forced. With a hunger for entertainment that could easily turn to a threat if not satisfied.]

Now lets see. [Documentaries doesn't give him much to work with. It'll have to be sports. Hitoya turns to the ring leader to make a request who anticipates him with a knowing smile and before the words are out of his mouth a spotlight illuminates the far end of the stage.] Oh you read my mind.

[Beneath the light sits a solitary basket ball hoop. The ball falls from above Hitoya who catches it with ease.] Alright sensei. You know how to play?

[He passes the ball to Rosho, not forcing him to catch it at least.] Try to land to few free throws from here. Hell, with these, I bet you could manage a trick shot.

[He gives the bracelet a shake for emphasis.]

[glossophobia]

[ He might have only been a comedian for about a year, but Rosho knows forced applause when he hears it, and he knows for a fact this audience isn't remotely enthused with his performance. He really just wants a hole to open up in the ground to swallow him up. Rosho bows in apology immediately but can't get the words out, not a single sorry, and he hopes to stay bent over staring at the ground until a new source of light catches his peripheral vision. Shooting up straight to look toward it, his head jerks toward Hitoya at the solid thud of a ball falling into his hands.

No, oh no, this is even worse. The collar of his shirt already feels damp with sweat. With a fumbling response he at least manages to catch the ball though he very nearly drops it afterward. ]

I-I understand, I mean, I... know, how basketball works...

[ He's pretty good at remembering rules, keeping track of scores, but he's never played a single sport his entire life. All that comes to mind is failed attempts at practice, wanting to take part in an extracurricular activity, yearning to play with the neighbor kids, and his parent's answer was always the same: studies come first. You don't have time to play. Sports are just going to be a waste.

Rosho holds the ball tightly in his hands. At least it stops them from shaking, but he can't do it, he can't throw it, not in front of all these people. ]

Can I do something else, p-please? Not, not this, I don't... I don't think they'll enjoy watching me...