Yes. There's going to be dancers, and my name in lights. And dozens of those balloon things with my face on them.
[Dorian waits patiently—or perhaps a better way of putting it is that he excuses waiting as an excuse to do nothing. The room is indeed large, as one circular table with eight chairs hardly takes up any space, and indeed empty, as it's the only thing there besides a projector lying atop it.
He's broken a sweat from doing them already, though. Allow him a moment of scrolling through the other responses before he looks up.]
Oh! Wonderful timing, I was about to fetch more. [he says, you know, like a liar.] I don't believe I caught your name.
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[Dorian waits patiently—or perhaps a better way of putting it is that he excuses waiting as an excuse to do nothing. The room is indeed large, as one circular table with eight chairs hardly takes up any space, and indeed empty, as it's the only thing there besides a projector lying atop it.
He's broken a sweat from doing them already, though. Allow him a moment of scrolling through the other responses before he looks up.]
Oh! Wonderful timing, I was about to fetch more. [he says, you know, like a liar.] I don't believe I caught your name.