being stuck on an island controlled by some weird strict government wasn't exactly on his bingo list for this year, but what the hell, why not make the most out of it. he stood off to the side of the make-shift pedestal, guving occasional whoops and cheers as everyone took turns introducing themselves in their respective languages. he listened to each of them, up until he was encouraged up

he tried to keep it lighthearted- not exactly dishing out super personal info, but giving the basics, and throwing in fun twists. he looked around as he spoke, before his eyes caught someone in the ground that hadn't spoke yet, locking his gaze on him for a bit, almost speaking directly to him. for some reason he caught his eye, and gave a small wave of encouragement for the other to go next as he finished up

"you- you're turn"