[ Really, Eddie has done a great many dorky and unusual things in public, long before he ever thought about Chrissy on a regular basis. Compared to jumping on tables in the cafeteria, getting his face painted up to match his girlfriend's is child's play. Eddie has to have his hair pulled back, receives a borrowed scrunchy from Chrissy to tie it up into a messy bun. When the artist is finished, he's got a mirrored tigers face painted over his, whiskers and all. ]
And they would be right.
[ Leave it to Chrissy to manage to convince half the line to also get tigers painted on their faces. She has more power than she realizes, a way of persuading people without them even being aware of it. Eddie should know. He hops out of the chair and lets her lead the way towards the haunted house, before she's asking for his roar. ]
Suppose I do.
[ And that's all the encouragement he needs, because Eddie is all to eager to hop into a low, crouched stance, lets out his best roar in the direction of the nearest passerbys. The group is mostly children, and so they squeal and laugh and flee from him, and Eddie looks quite pleased as he returns himself upright. ]
Forget lions, I think I might be the king of the jungle.
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And they would be right.
[ Leave it to Chrissy to manage to convince half the line to also get tigers painted on their faces. She has more power than she realizes, a way of persuading people without them even being aware of it. Eddie should know. He hops out of the chair and lets her lead the way towards the haunted house, before she's asking for his roar. ]
Suppose I do.
[ And that's all the encouragement he needs, because Eddie is all to eager to hop into a low, crouched stance, lets out his best roar in the direction of the nearest passerbys. The group is mostly children, and so they squeal and laugh and flee from him, and Eddie looks quite pleased as he returns himself upright. ]
Forget lions, I think I might be the king of the jungle.