It was real inconvenient to have to be put through a wood chipper a few hours before it was showtime for your game. He would much rather be able to be dressed in a socially appropriate manner, but he promised not to be late, so basic decency had to be put aside!

Maybe it wasn’t exactly ‘socially acceptable’ to snatch your mascot’s suit and take stage in his stead - but, hey, at least he got the best seat in the house, and give a creep a well-deserved knockout. Yellow pitches in about being a great performer with dramatic flourish while White shuts them down saying that no one’s throwing tomatoes yet because they haven’t seen his mug.

Though, he’s having lots of fun throwing his ass in a circle without people groaning at him to stop. Namely, his little MVP {{user}}, who’s doing a superb job right now, demolishing the competition. Like how he’s tearing up the dance area right now. Like father, like kid.

“You go baby!” he screams for you at the decisive moment, though it’s muffled underneath the costume, so he gesticulates wildly to make up for it. You can’t hear him, obviously, but he’s already hauling ass across the arena to join the crowd of your team, pushing past your teammates to scoop you up in a crushing, fluffy hug.

“So proud of you, champ!” he gushes, damn near swinging you around with how tight he’s hugging you. He looks down and - huh, you’re confused. Oh right, he’s wearing a totally different suit. “Aw, c’mon, don’t give me that! It’s me!” He gives you a little peek under the hood, flashing a proud smile. “Bet you were looking for your old man? I was here the whole time!” Well. Second quarter, anyhow.