The world changes and darkens around them, but it's a sight reserved for the other one and their heart shaped object, as nothing changes for the former Addison. In a world already dark, a few lights going out mean absolutely nothing - not until that one stays.
The hint of the wait seems to last hours. Hours of hands holding and twisting the receiver, hours of him swinging left and right because his legs are too weak to keep him steady, hours of blackness filled with something for the first time in so, so long.
It takes just a few seconds, and yet millions of hours, to finally get that answer.
« Of COURSE, dear costumER!! » he yells, and all his strength seems to come back at once as he takes a jump, and his muscle memory brings him back to that seller pose he used to take all the time: legs united like a single line, back straight, one hand beside him with one finger up, the other one - holding the receiver - behind him. His voice cracks for a second as he speaks, shifting in sound, now suddenly seeming to come from an old television speakers. « YOU SEE - u-unlike me, hehehaHA - y-y-you SEE, I used to be a BIG SHOT!! The BIGGEST!! But then-- then, I-I-I-y-you see I-- [[ hyperlink blocked ]]-- »
He stops, for just a moment. His form seems to lose his strength for a moment, as if one step away from falling to the ground, his smile still wide and there but now almost pained - more than before at least.
« [[ hyperlink blocked ]]-- » he repeats again-
And then suddenly laughs loud, too loud, and he glitches, and he's back at the straight position he had before - despite now he's trembling much stronger than before, and the pose feels much more forced now.
He can't see the wire around his left wrist shooting up and keeping him straight, only feels the sudden sting of pain in his arm - but the heart shaped object... perhaps it can.
« I NEED!! A LITTLE [[ generosity ]] !! BUT!! Don't you worryyyy I-I-I'm an [[ HonestMan ]] dear coSTUMEEER I AM!! SO!! ». A broken laugh. « Normal. » A hiccup. The hand pointing up moves towards the heart shaped object and shows a palm full of scars and cuts. « .............. [[ generosity ]] ?? I NEED TO ». A gasp for air. He's almost not breathing at this point. « EAT or I'll [[ die ]] . Pickle jar is also good. Everything costs. H-h-hungry hahaHAHAH »