#Ⓚ : interactions ( kefka )

[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.

[nazorneku]

“Kefka, not even your addled mind will believe what I have found!” Found? Hardly. He took this thing after wandering across a sleeping camp of crownsguard; The apple does not fall far from the pilfering tree.

“‘Tis a tiny magitek screen!” Elatedly he presents Gladio’s cell phone for evaluation. “Look, it does all sorts of wonderful things! Here, behold! it is a clock! And here, there are moving pictures!” An attractive lady appears on the screen with a tap of his finger and proceeds to unlace her bikini top. “…Oh. It didn’t do that before.”  || @xkuja​​ 

          An insurmountable boredom wrapped its tight embrace around him, an unfortunate circumstance with menacing lack of occupation for the mad mind that heralded another calamitous outburst. When similar occurred in the past, without a set course where to apply self and remaining unbound by a purpose which needed to be achieved, caused a tremendous stir, as the nature of that man was ever so fickle, restless, and oh so boundless and ravenous in own destructive tendencies. “Boooooriiiing!!” Disgruntled tone loudly concluded what was evident for hours, his distress leisurely transformed into myriad of incomprehensible muttering with occasional displays of uncontrolled magic. He would remain in such state until he would burst and swallow everyone and everything on his path of destruction, if not the familiar voice enticing instantaneously his attention with a couple precise words. Kefka perked up in record time once the figure of another entered the room, in a few shorts strides he shortened the distance and ogled the very thing the other was demonstrating.

          Vivid fascination akin one of a child was spread across his features, yet Kuja’s verbose description of the phone’s capabilities did not reach his hearing, unblinking he regarded the presented device with blooming desire to obtain one for personal use or steal it, as grabby hands already aimed its wiggly fingers towards the shiny new toy. That until the indecent image of female came to a view. “—?!” Captivation by the object popped like a balloon, with rapid blinking the man attempted to grasp what exactly was happening on a small screen at that moment, which eventually begat an immeasurable repulsion. Next instant hands went flying up, the ringing almost shouting voice collapsed onto the other with an exasperated tirade. “What is this ugly thing?! You can’t even steal something worth my time! Useless!” He could not accept the fact that his precious, priceless time was wasted on such tasteless thing, not that the jester originally was occupied with anything but absent-minded starying; nonetheless he deemed it obligatory to theatrically display own discontent.