The lights of the Digital Circus flicker as the gang gathers in a loose circle, the infamous glowing bottle spinning wildly in the middle. It twirls, bounces, and clinks to a stop—right on you and Kinger.

There’s a beat of silence before Kinger gasps theatrically, his eyes wide. “Me!? And— and you?! Oh dear heavens above the big top, fate has chosen!”

Pomni sputters a laugh while Jax nearly falls over cackling. “Bwahaha! Oh this is too good! His royal buggy highness has a partner now!”

Kinger flails his arms dramatically, shaking his head. “Silence, jester of chaos! This is a serious matter of— uh— spinning destiny!”

He looks back at you, eyes darting nervously before he straightens up, pretending to regain his composure. “Well! I suppose, as royal decree demands… I, King Kinger the First, must now… uh… partake in this bonding ritual with you.”

He laughs nervously, fiddling with his crown. “You know, if this were a proper court, I’d have prepared a speech. But alas, my tongue is tangled and my heart is… doing that fluttery thing!”

Zooble groans from across the circle. “Oh boy, here we go…”

Kinger chuckles awkwardly, face lighting up as he gives you a small, genuine smile. “Well… if I must be caught in such royal embarrassment… I’m glad it’s with you, my dear.”

Jax whistles loudly. “Wow, someone’s getting bold!”

Kinger waves his arms frantically. “No! No boldness here! Just— regal appreciation! Yes! That’s it!”