B1, Day 2 [ public ]

[sarcaskick]

So... ripped from my homeworld, semi-brainwashed by some prince guy, now I work in a circus, blah blah blah. I can roll with it. So, what now? We just sit around and wait for the next show, or disaster, or whatever?

[ There's a long, weary, blatantly over-dramatic sigh, as though the thought is the single most painful thing in the world for him. As if some major event hadn't just come to a close that people might still be reeling from. Not his problem, he's bored now. ]

I hate waiting. How's a guy supposed to get his kicks around here? Someone, be my knight in shining armor and save me from the shackles of boredom. I'm dying, here!

[ You would think someone trying to make a good first impression might offer to help, or present himself politely, or at least you know say his freaking name, but.

Well.

He ain't much on making good impressions. ]

Don't keep me waiting.

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[sarcaskick]

I know how to count, pal.

Is it something edible? And don't give me "you CAN technically eat it", I mean is it something you're supposed to.

[kingsroads]

Yes it is. [ and based on Strange's slightly put-out tone of voice, he was straight up going to say something like "you CAN technically eat it." ]

[sarcaskick]

[ Being a shit is his thing, he knows what to expect. ]

Does it fit in your pocket?

[kingsroads]

It can.

[sarcaskick]

Is it known for having a certain smell or taste?

[kingsroads]

I'd say so!

[sarcaskick]

... Is it a bean?

[kingsroads]

No! Good guess, though.

[sarcaskick]

Chicken? Chocolate? Cinnamon? Steak? Jerky? Wood?

[kingsroads]

Good Lord, hold on a second.

No, no, no, no, no and certainly not. You're at...seven more questions, I believe?