This is what I get for rewatching an old show...

[puttingonmyface]

Don't want a new muse, you say? Come now, you didn't really think you could stop me, did you? How funny. You only started thinking about my show again three hours ago, and already I have my very own journal.

Two of them, in fact. How I love when you're indecisive. I have to admit, I think you made the right decision.

But only 15 icons? My, my, we'll have to do something about that, now won't we?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?!

Well, no matter. Another time, then.

Now do tell me why you wouldn't let me subscribe to this community. It would have flooded your inbox so beautifully...

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[strongestcoward]

You don't know what I do to the things I like, ke-ke-ke. But I don't feel like disappointing a lady right now so-

[He copies her motion, except when he does it he hooks a finger into his cheek and apparently rotates his head right around. Despite the fact it's clearly impossible, the back of his head is apparently another face, although quite the nasty one. Crooked, huge teeth and a gigantic tongue dripping with some sort of...OOZE. Ooze which when it drips off looks like an eyeball before it splats. His voice has a weird echo to it.]

Please enjoy!

[puttingonmyface]

[This time the mask is positively grinning.]

Oh, now, this is better!

[Self preservation instinct, what is that?]

[strongestcoward]

Ah-hah! It seems you have taste! It looks like I'll like you even more. Until...But anyway!

[His head swings back around, returning to the barely more logical set up he had before. It does bob around like he's a bobble head for a few seconds, great big creepy grin of his own right back at her.]

Lets talk about things that aren't what we're talking about now. That'd be a change of pace.

[puttingonmyface]

Something else, you say?

[A slight pause.]

Oh yes, what should I call you?

[Because she has decided that this young man is absolutely delightful.]

[strongestcoward]

I don't do 'should'...but since you asked nicely- I am the terror lurking behind all minds, the voice from tomorrow that whispers impossible secrets, who living or awake plunges the world into insanity. I am fear itself, the Kishin, Demon God of Madness!

[He pauses, tapping his chin with a finger.]

But I keep my name to myself, so call me the Kishin if you feel like it.