#[ my askbox is overgrown with moss and all messages buried in there 🙈 ]

[nazorneku]

◟(´▿ ` ^)))≫彡 Would the clown enjoy a delectable apple from the fish's orchard?

          Scarcely anything was more threatening than a lingering sense of tedium that enveloped the man donned jester garments, the very depth of his essence demanded a diversion, a distraction from the monotonous mundane realities of the world, granted that day carried a modicum of significance for the man, a valid justification for indulging self with vigor and flare. Thus he wandered aimlessly, yet with precision to locate anything or anyone to remedy the lethargy. Eventually so graciously granted opportunity occurred, when a familiar person approached him with an offering; once the other voiced an inquiry, painted line of lips curved into an ambiguous smile and, whilst stepping forward, Kefka uttered in an utterly conceited manner, accentuating with own tone a pitiful object for bestowal. “Today was marked with such an exciting occasion for you and THIS is the best you can do!” For a dramatic effect, he threw hands up and pressed the back side of the palm to own forehead, imitating exceeding anguish, that he genuinely did not experience at that time.

For a few instants his gaze remained pinned at the apple in Takumi's hands, as the man seemingly contemplated further actions, with a petite jump he took off the ground, assuming a rather leisure lying position and proceeding with a query of his own. “But don't you have something more fitting for a magnificent and important person like me?” Every word was saturated with an apparent ridicule, yet no inclination to maim or burn was displayed, albeit the man was prone to throwing tantrums due to lack of fulfillment of his demands. He elected to entertain self with a sneer.