[The exclamation leaves him before it can be muffled, broad ruby-red irises instantly locking onto the large fish-man he'd met some time back. His heart immediately jumps into his throat, making it almost impossible to breathe, let alone continue.
It's a good thing he doesn't have a microphone because the air that whooshes from his lungs would have been way more audible. Gosh, Sidon looks excited for him to keep going and while his nerves are frazzled, there's really no going back now.]
... you can't stop the things I do. [Pause for effect, flash 'em the fangs (even if he looks kind of anxious) and--] I ain't lyyy~in'!
[And because show-business is his thing — he's done it for years — he eventually begins to shimmy while he sings, deftly removing the scarf as the music progresses to use for visual aesthetic.]
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[The exclamation leaves him before it can be muffled, broad ruby-red irises instantly locking onto the large fish-man he'd met some time back. His heart immediately jumps into his throat, making it almost impossible to breathe, let alone continue.
It's a good thing he doesn't have a microphone because the air that whooshes from his lungs would have been way more audible. Gosh, Sidon looks excited for him to keep going and while his nerves are frazzled, there's really no going back now.]
... you can't stop the things I do. [Pause for effect, flash 'em the fangs (even if he looks kind of anxious) and--] I ain't lyyy~in'!
[And because show-business is his thing — he's done it for years — he eventually begins to shimmy while he sings, deftly removing the scarf as the music progresses to use for visual aesthetic.]