[ At first he's disinterested, as with most things. He's slow to react, to raise his head and cast one yellow eye over his shoulder, fully expecting to return to the screen a moment later. Except he doesn't. Both eyes go wide as he whips around fully, wildly. ]
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[ He doesn't need to do a double take, doesn't need to check the screen and back again to know who it is before him, and for a lengthy pause he's frozen somewhere between shock, anger, and fear. This is the one from the competition - no, not just that, the final. And he's a Host.
They let a Host fight the champion... a Host went for the title he'd only looked at passively, thinking there wouldn't be enough time in this place to make his mark on Bout it Out the way he had in Rhyme-
Sly Blue can't find the words. If he did try to speak and take control now without priming their (his) mind with enough pain and rage, he might be dragged back. So he stares, yellow eyes bright against the light from the screen still clutched in one white-knuckled hand.
He has only just met this Host, and he hates him. ]
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[ He doesn't need to do a double take, doesn't need to check the screen and back again to know who it is before him, and for a lengthy pause he's frozen somewhere between shock, anger, and fear. This is the one from the competition - no, not just that, the final. And he's a Host.
They let a Host fight the champion... a Host went for the title he'd only looked at passively, thinking there wouldn't be enough time in this place to make his mark on Bout it Out the way he had in Rhyme-
Sly Blue can't find the words. If he did try to speak and take control now without priming their (his) mind with enough pain and rage, he might be dragged back. So he stares, yellow eyes bright against the light from the screen still clutched in one white-knuckled hand.
He has only just met this Host, and he hates him. ]