Tingle shook a mysterious viscous glass bottle in one hand. He looked up to the newcomers smugly.
“In this hand Tingle holds a strange…bottle!” he announced. He gave it another shake and watched the pastel fog swirl.
“Which one of you will be the first to claim it? For the lucky, it holds fortune beyond imagining! For the unlucky…we. Shall. See!”
Tingle peered between the three, smile growing broader.
He had to admit; he was curious… At first.
However, the more the creature thought, the more his skepticism only grew. What good could fortune do for him? With no one to share it with - and nothing he truly desired - there was no need for him to participate. Not only that, but the man before him looked… Well– Downright shady.
Better to let the others fight amongst themselves. Whirling on the spot, the darker being made off in the other direction, lazily waving a hand to signal his disinterest.
“–Maybe another time.”
