With the vibrant hues and palettes of a ceremonious crowd, the dark outfit and sullen demeanor stuck out like a sore thumb. Conjoint stared in silence at the little figure, sincerely dumbfounded that anyone could be as miserable as him right now.
What a gift.
Something stirred in his mind about how misery loves company, and nothing quite cures a bad mood like infecting everyone around you with it and ruining all of their collective day. Sideways wheels popped out of the undersides of his feet and he slowly wheeled over, arms still folded behind his back, but eyes gleaming with anticipation of a mildly entertaining time.
“I’ve got a monopoly on the bad mood, pal.”