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— vertical closing of the eyes. Of course there’s a price for this; there always is. But a little dramatic flair never hurt anyone, so they’re waiting for Hordak to reach out for the tech so that they can pull it just out of reach.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend, kitten?” Leaning back toward the exit now.

— person, holding it up between their thumb and index finger and dangling it a little as they look at it thoughtfully. “First one’s tech, I’d say. No idea what it does, but a little purple birdie told me you’re working on something pretty big. Thought this could help.” They blink, a slow —

— more neutral. Pushing themself up onto the edge of a nearby console, they carefully fold one leg over the other. “Oh, boo. You know, kicking out a guest is a big no-no — especially when they come bearing gifts.” It’s only now that they pull a small diamond-shaped piece of technology from their —

— own little performance of the big, strong man who’s secretly neither big nor strong at all. Especially not when it comes to his… What did Entrapta call them? Ah, yes — Lab partners. They wipe the entirely-too-pleased-with-themself smile off their face, schooling their expression into something —

And they almost fell for it just now — the ‘big, bad scary man’ act. He would’ve gotten away with it if not for the split second of his fallen expression, the sudden edge to his tone. They file the subtle but telling reactions away for later. They never know when they’ll need to break out their —

— across as their body changes shape to reveal an identical copy of Entrapta. “How’s this?” They ask in an imitation of Entrapta’s voice. “Better? Worse?” It’s not often they have a willing subject. Might as well take advantage.

They gasp, affronted. “Now I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you don’t know what you’re talking about; the physicality of my performances are nothing less than perfection, dear.” It’s not 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 fault they can’t make their hair move like Entrapta can. They can change the shape, not the powers. Alas, it’s their only flaw.

— with a thoughtful expression — specifically her hair. They sigh. “Maybe you have a point...” Slowly, they begin to circle the scientist, examining her closely. Coming to a stop in front of her again, there’s a brief moment where their form turns black, glittering specks of their magic dancing —

“It seems to do the trick just fine on everyone else,” comes their dismissive response, waving Entrapta’s comments off with a slender hand. But then again, when have they ever settled for mediocrity before? Constructive criticism should be valued, not cast aside defensively. They eye Entrapta —