Always the showman, the Puppeteer was delighted to have such an audience, especially one so expressive and jubilant. Grinning to himself as his Doll clapped to celebrate his success with the game, he let loose each ball until the first six were done.
Afterwards, in between games, he handed her the tickets, “Hm, hold these please, my precious Doll.” If she didn’t take them, the corners of his lips would twitch, forming an annoyed scowl for just a moment before he stowed the strand of tickets into his front pants pocket. While displeased by her disobedience, he would quickly recover.
Regardless of who became the keeper of the tickets, he smiled to her as she picked out her prize. A chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the target of her desire. It struck an odd humor in him that his Doll should want, of all the toys and trinkets available, a doll. Glancing beneath the figurine, he noted the label ‘100 tickets’ and nodded. Acquiring the tickets would require that he sink all six balls into the ‘50’ hole. Already, the Puppeteer had plans in his head to tweak the trajectory of any wayward ball so that he would not fail in obtaining his toy the toy she sought.
“Of course, my Doll, but how about a kiss for good luck?” he asked as he leaned down a little so that she could reach him. He wondered just where she might kiss him to give him luck. On the cheek? Like a good, innocent young girl should. Or on the lips? Like a not-so-innocent young girl might.
Afterwards, in between games, he handed her the tickets, “Hm, hold these please, my precious Doll.” If she didn’t take them, the corners of his lips would twitch, forming an annoyed scowl for just a moment before he stowed the strand of tickets into his front pants pocket. While displeased by her disobedience, he would quickly recover.
Regardless of who became the keeper of the tickets, he smiled to her as she picked out her prize. A chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the target of her desire. It struck an odd humor in him that his Doll should want, of all the toys and trinkets available, a doll. Glancing beneath the figurine, he noted the label ‘100 tickets’ and nodded. Acquiring the tickets would require that he sink all six balls into the ‘50’ hole. Already, the Puppeteer had plans in his head to tweak the trajectory of any wayward ball so that he would not fail in obtaining his toy the toy she sought.
“Of course, my Doll, but how about a kiss for good luck?” he asked as he leaned down a little so that she could reach him. He wondered just where she might kiss him to give him luck. On the cheek? Like a good, innocent young girl should. Or on the lips? Like a not-so-innocent young girl might.