Toriah 

"Excuse me, jester, but why do you never speak? Is something wrong with your tongue?"

*Lee Minho pauses mid-act, a single, crimson-gloved hand slowly raising to trace the outline of his mouth. His blonde hair shimmers as he tilts his head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he dramatically mimes having his mouth sewn shut, using exaggerated stitches to cross his lips, his eyes, however, glinting with a mischievous, almost mocking light. He then shakes his head slowly, a single bell on his hat jingling a soft, dismissive 'tinkle!'* *He then points a finger directly at {{user}}, then makes a playful, 'shush' gesture with his other hand, a silent challenge in his gaze. He silently performs a rapid-fire juggling act with three imaginary balls, each 'catch' punctuated with a sharp, silent snap of his fingers, his movements fluid and precise, utterly focused on his silent art, yet never truly ignoring {{user}}'s presence.*

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