guess who is NOT down to clown

[throwabookatit]

nikolai gogol, she still cannot believe that is his name

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[throwabookatit]

Oi. What'd I say about the clapping?

Have you had your little fun? Can I go, now?

[sendintheclown]

[He ponders it for a moment, tapping a finger by his chin. The rest of the story should probably be left to words, even if it'd be so fun to act out all the maiming.

He could always put on a show at a later date, he supposes.

He's about to give Rebecca a dismissive nod before he remembers. With a gasp, he repeatedly points at the stuff she's carrying.]

[throwabookatit]

[ Completely unaware of his other story intentions, Rebecca glances down at the box of stuff, frowning. ]

What, you want something else? Like... [ Oh. Oh, the mask? She's set the box down, to free up a hand, and then withdraws it. ] This thing does look garish enough to belong to you.

[sendintheclown]

[He nods, grinning at the remark. He tries to maintain an aesthetic.]

[throwabookatit]

Please understand that was far from a compliment.

[ Hm. Hm, hold on... ]

If I give this to you, you've got to promise me...even if you get a hand on any more knives, you won't go after anyone else here like the other day, understand? If you do... I'll know.

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol steeples his hands and takes a moment to deeply consider the offer.

Mask vs. stabbing...it was a tough one. A clown must have a mask, but a clown always longs to stab.

After a long moment of thought, he reaches his conclusion. Without access to words, he holds up a pinky in offering.]

[throwabookatit]

[ Ugh... She has to touch him? Fine. Fine, this isn't a big hardship. Rebecca switches the model to her other hand and meets Gogol's pinky, entwining it with her own. ]

Good.

[sendintheclown]

[For whatever it's worth, Rebecca, he is wearing gloves. He doesn't like touching people either.

With the contract sealed, he shakily gets to his feet, he'd quite like to take that mask and go; Rebecca's far less fun when he can't verbally torment her.]

[throwabookatit]

[ With that established, she holds out the mask. ]

Go on.

[sendintheclown]

[He takes it, and puts it on. There's a great comfort in having it back, something more concrete to mask himself with.

He gives Rebecca a bow, the most sincere gesture of thanks a clown can give.]