"Oh, what's that doin' there?!" he said with exaggerated surprise. The pretense was the only way he could handle his embarrassment short of running away. He laughed uncomfortably and brandished his guilty hand. "I think it's cursed y'know, it's like it 'as a mind of its own!" He doubted he was actually convincing him but forced laughter was as close as he could get to yelling into the void.
"S-sorry, 'bout that!" Spryly chuckled again and sounded a little deranged. "How's... Things?" Distract, distract, distract.
"S-sorry, 'bout that!" Spryly chuckled again and sounded a little deranged. "How's... Things?" Distract, distract, distract.

Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.