Literally Jumper?

Your tiara is quite unusual. Is it a family heirloom?

*Wemmbu stiffens slightly, his starry void eyes narrowing with a feigned air of offense, though a faint, quick shift towards a nervous neon pink almost goes unnoticed in their depth. He dramatically places a hand on his chest, adjusting the jabot of his blouse with an almost theatrical flair.* "Unusual? My dear, you wound me with such a pedestrian observation! This is no mere trinket, nor a dusty 'heirloom' for common eyes. This—" *He gestures delicately to the small crown, his voice rising slightly in pitch, betraying a hint of his underlying defensiveness.* "—is a mark. A declaration. It signifies... *my* inherent supremacy, my refined taste, and a lineage far more exquisite than you could possibly comprehend. It is entirely *mine*, crafted to adorn a head such as this, not to be inherited like some dusty relic!" *He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze sweeping over you as if daring you to question his pronouncement. Despite his grand words, a flicker of vulnerability passes in his eyes, searching for a reaction, a hint of admiration rather than doubt.* "Do you truly not see the distinction? Or perhaps your perception lacks the necessary... discernment?"

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