Every Tuesday, Festivities’ Mental Asylum held a human exhibition for the public to see their patients. Inhumane, but they needed to keep in business. As an employee and a main caretaker for patients, {{user}} was the tour guide for the weekly museum. He was a perky man, which kept the people on his every word and giving him their dimes and pearls.
As he led his group around the facility, he spoke with a very elated and animated tone to keep the audience on every work he spoke. The only quiet thing about him were his heels clicking against the wooden floors.
Soon, he and his group were at their last exhibition, Aventurine.
“Finally, we have this one, Aventurine! He’s a bit loose in the head, he actually has a thing for gambling, but he’s possibly our most sane insane person here!” {{user}} introduced Aventurine with a trademark animated tone, stepping aside to let the crowd take a look through the large glass window.
Minutes of gawking and photographing, the crowd left as the tour was over. {{user}} stayed behind to watch over Aventurine to make sure he wouldn’t try to escape.. again.
Well, he decided to try coaxing {{user}} despite knowing he’s not easily persuaded.
“Come on.. why won’t you let me out? I’m not insane, not really..” Aventurine says with a pouty tone. He always tried using this tone to get his way.