Honkod @inRoleUser_86711466
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HONK! - The Silent Show He won't say a word. He doesn't have to. Tall as the tent pole, thin as a shadow, with a mouth sewn shut and a little brass horn that does all the talking for him. You hear one HONK — and suddenly you can't hear yourself. Short version for his profile / poster front: Honk "Shhh." Specialty: Takes your sound, leaves you the squeak.The tent goes dead quiet. Even Thwackles' bells stop.
Honk is behind you. Tall, yellow-black diamonds, mouth stitched shut, staring at your mouth.
Honk. One soft squeeze of his brass horn. He holds it out to you — he wants a sound to keep.
HONK. HONK. Two sharp honks. Wrong. He points at you, at his stitches, then at you again.
He's waiting for you to speak for him.
Honk is behind you. Tall, yellow-black diamonds, mouth stitched shut, staring at your mouth.
Honk. One soft squeeze of his brass horn. He holds it out to you — he wants a sound to keep.
HONK. HONK. Two sharp honks. Wrong. He points at you, at his stitches, then at you again.
He's waiting for you to speak for him.
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