[Kefka can't help it. The sound that comes out of his mouth at being called someone's friend is a sound of such utter repulsion the clown is half surprised he could be upset by something so much. It was always a jest, of course, when the word came from his own. No one was anyone's true friend. To even be implied to be such was disgusting. The clown backs away a moment, tongue sticking out, before remembering he was going somewhere with this. Where that place is, aside from something fun, he wasn't sure, but for now it seems he'll be required to make a sacrifice for it's sake.]
But of course I'm your friend! Have you met anyone else as friendly as me, you overstuffed bag of bones?
[Ignoring how patiently unfriendly such words would be, the 'clown' does a sweeping, exaggerated bow, one arm swinging to his chest, the other sweeping off to the side in front of him.]
I, of course, am Kefka Palazzo! Entertainer, purveyor of mischief, magician, cruel god, military genius, and tour guide!
[And at that, Kefka's putting a hand on Papyrus's back to try and start leading him....leading him Kefka doesn't know WHERE, somewhere else at the moment. Somewhere to find some amusement with this overly trusting skeleton man.]
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[Kefka can't help it. The sound that comes out of his mouth at being called someone's friend is a sound of such utter repulsion the clown is half surprised he could be upset by something so much. It was always a jest, of course, when the word came from his own. No one was anyone's true friend. To even be implied to be such was disgusting. The clown backs away a moment, tongue sticking out, before remembering he was going somewhere with this. Where that place is, aside from something fun, he wasn't sure, but for now it seems he'll be required to make a sacrifice for it's sake.]
But of course I'm your friend! Have you met anyone else as friendly as me, you overstuffed bag of bones?
[Ignoring how patiently unfriendly such words would be, the 'clown' does a sweeping, exaggerated bow, one arm swinging to his chest, the other sweeping off to the side in front of him.]
I, of course, am Kefka Palazzo! Entertainer, purveyor of mischief, magician, cruel god, military genius, and tour guide!
[And at that, Kefka's putting a hand on Papyrus's back to try and start leading him....leading him Kefka doesn't know WHERE, somewhere else at the moment. Somewhere to find some amusement with this overly trusting skeleton man.]