All of Caspar's worry dissipates when he sees Theo. The funky little mime man would never tell on him. He even manages to laugh as he watches his performance. "Fuckin' brilliant, Mr Mime." The other man stops, and Caspar can't help but feel disappointed. He had expected a grand finale! "Don't hold back on me now, Red. Show me the big finish! Razzle dazzle me! I'll clap and take you back to my place for beers after."
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Theo thrives off the laughter! It only encourages him, allowing his arms to sweep in wider motions. A lot of people don’t appreciate the art of miming, so it’s always a thrill when people are so enthused. So as requested, they will be razzling and dazzling to the best of their ability! Caspar is someone to impress; Theo has always thought that, even from a distance. Something about him commands respect.
So, Theo digs first in one pocket – it’s empty! His face contorts, mouth open with the edges turned down, the very picture of sorrow. And then he digs in the other pocket, and – ta da! The frown is turned upside down, expression lighting up with joy. Theo cups a hand around this invisible thing, then ‘opens’ the ‘matchbox’, carefully picking up a single match. They hold it pinched between two fingers, up in front of their face, and they show it carefully to Caspar – though of course, ‘it’ is just thin air, just an invisible matchstick.
Still, when he ‘strikes it’ against the ‘ignition strip’, and then drops it carefully upon the corpse, a grand fire roars into life, and it is very much real! The corpse is surrounded in flames, going up like a bonfire, and Theo turns beaming to his audience of one, taking a grand bow with one arm to his stomach and the other flung out to the side. @animusvenenatus
