TricksterStuck

Coat tail dragging on the ground, you strut down the brightly, yet messily painted hall, your usual smug expression plastered one your face. You were very happy at the moment. Well, not exactly happy; you were never happy. Maybe, jaunty? No, that wasn't it. Debonair? Well of course you were debonair, you always were. You were the complete definition of the word. How about... Enlivened. Yes, that was it. But why were you enlivened? "Here you interrogate the prisoner, sir?" Aw yes, that was why. "Yes," you said, your smirk seemingly visible in your tone. When the guard didn't move from his place in front of the cell door, your positive deme