Oh, isn't she a fairy sandollar seaside treasure with her foam bell giggling chiming on the sifting ripples of silence and the offering of wearing bathmats. Wasn't that cute? He damn sure seemed to think it was. He was going to have to keep the jokes coming. The sky on a clear, sunny day glanced down to the bubbling fountain and gently crushed his brows together in the familiar ceremony of being amused. "Um, I can't really remember. Four months? Wanna hear about the history of how color came to be in the world instead? Of course you do." ... most people by now being immune to his fuckery, he was going to pillage this situation.
Moistening his lips with a divine dart and lash of his tongue. For someone faking the notion that they needed to clear their throat in the first place, he'd artfully managed it in a somehow professional AND efficient manner. It was quite obviously polished up to be put on display for occasions of humor, that ahemahem, and thus as he guided their walk toward ol Pete's Coffee, so proceeded his tale:
"Upon my birth, all matter in the universe suddenly changed from greyscale to color, kinda like that bit on The Wizard of Oz, which I wrote, directed, produced, filmed, and acted in as every character. If I die, which is unlikely, this change will be reversed. "