Why are you the best Figment? Much Love, T🖤
“Well how could I not be?”
Dark gestured towards himself as if providing an example. He motioned down to the sharp blue navy three piece tuxedo, polyester grey vest peaking out over a rich light blue tie that seemed soft as silk. His grin was smug and self-absorbed, but somehow it simply made the charming snideness to him become all the more prominent. There was an odd attraction to someone who understood how good they looked.
“You’ve seen just how suave and collected I can be. My hand over the very breath of reality is powerful. One crack of my neck, and I can shatter through dimensions and leave particles of your very being quaking in its wake. I am the very resemblance on how grand and inspiring a figment can be.”
He slid his hands down then, leaning his body forward to let that momentary enjoyment turn to something more ominous and challenging.
“And I am also the resemblance on how… dangerous a figment can be.”