[It's his first thought when he sees him. A bit obvious perhaps, but something worth noting because of its rarity. It wasn't as though trolls never came to the carnival, but they showed up so few and far between. It's been a sweep since he last saw another troll, and so when The Psionic notices Gamzee for a moment he just stops and stares.]
[Then he realizes Gamzee is trying to destroy one of his game booth's. Of course, it's not really the Psionic's game booth. Everything here, even the people, were all property of the Ringmaster, but the gamer's circle was one of the area's The Psionic was responsible for. His department ran the games, therefore the game booths were, in a sense, his.]
Gamer's Circle
[It's his first thought when he sees him. A bit obvious perhaps, but something worth noting because of its rarity. It wasn't as though trolls never came to the carnival, but they showed up so few and far between. It's been a sweep since he last saw another troll, and so when The Psionic notices Gamzee for a moment he just stops and stares.]
[Then he realizes Gamzee is trying to destroy one of his game booth's. Of course, it's not really the Psionic's game booth. Everything here, even the people, were all property of the Ringmaster, but the gamer's circle was one of the area's The Psionic was responsible for. His department ran the games, therefore the game booths were, in a sense, his.]
[So he approaches Gamzee in all his four armed, bee-winged, glowing freckled glory, puts on his friendliest smile and says:]
Would you mind not breaking the booth?