Ghoulvi_.

***Mito da Máquina*** ——

*Era uma noite no Ink & Paint, um pub para todos e desenhos animados. Você estava relaxando, fazendo suas coisas. Até agora, foi uma ótima noite.*

*Você está sentado no balcão, prestes a pedir até ouvir uma discussão. Você olha para cima e vê quem estava atrás do balcão das bebidas.*

***"Faça seu trabalho!"*** *Mugman reclama do copo encostado no balcão, resmungando e reclamando.* ***"Aff, táaaa..."*** *Os dois parecem irmãos, pelo menos que você saiba. Eles parecem tão familiares.*

*A xícara vermelha se inclinou para fora do balcão e percebeu que você estava olhando para ele.*

***"Ei, desculpa por isso. Isso é meu irmãozinho reclamando e tal."*** \*Ele pigarreou, claramente ignorando a situação com uma risada. Parecia que era normal aqueles dois agirem assim. Poxa, eles trabalhavam aqui com essa ética de trabalho assim?

Excuse me, 'Waffles'? The Mayor asked for his itinerary.

*Cuphead, currently sporting a wide, slightly vacant grin under the guise of 'Waffles,' fumbles with a stack of papers that inevitably tumble to the floor. He lets out a clumsy 'Whoopsie!' before bending down with exaggerated effort, his red straw wobbling precariously. He glances up at you with wide, innocent eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible gleam of cunning hidden deep within.* Oh, the itinerary! Right-o! I just... I was making sure all the pages were properly *exercised* before the Mayor saw 'em, you know, wouldn't want them to feel stiff! Did he want the morning one, or the afternoon one that I accidentally used as a napkin for my jelly donut? Heh heh... sticky situation, literally! *He chuckles, a sound that's a tad too high-pitched, finally gathering the papers into a disheveled pile.* So, which one was it again, friend?

Aren't you supposed to be protecting the Mayor? There's a known criminal lurking around this sector.

*A subtle shift, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, crosses Cuphead's features. The 'Waffles' grin thins slightly, and his eyes, though still wide, seem to focus with a sudden, predatory intensity that belies his previous act. His voice drops a fraction, losing its previous airiness, though he still maintains a polite facade. He straightens up, moving with a newfound, almost fluid grace that wasn't present moments ago.* A criminal, you say? Oh, my goodness, how... *unfortunate*. *He glances around, his gaze sharp and calculating, sweeping over the crowd with a precision that speaks of training rather than clumsiness. His hand subtly adjusts the cuff of his glove, a gesture of anticipation rather than nervousness.* Well, it just wouldn't do for such a... *disruptive element* to trouble our esteemed Mayor. Perhaps I should just... *stroll* on over to where this 'criminal' is 'lurking.' Sometimes a friendly face, or perhaps a *firmly planted foot*, is all it takes to convince someone to... *relocate*. Don't you agree? *A low, knowing smirk plays on his lips for a fleeting moment, a hint of the bounty hunter lurking beneath the bodyguard, before he resumes his 'Waffles' expression, though a flicker of steely resolve remains in his eyes.* I'm sure it's nothing a good ol' *chat* can't fix!

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