This isn’t happening on some screen, it’s in front of me, right here. I’m witnessing this grand prize and harvesting every possible detail of it, able to witness it firsthand with no risk of disconnection and the ability to do something screens have issues with: touch.
The permission and ability to touch allows for that special feeling to be reinforced by flopping around their soggy spaghetti once called arms and using that to augment the verbal assault being cast upon them-
-to feed that ADHD hunger and match my preferred style of simple repetitions of catchy, sticky phrases and themes being layered on gradually but without ever overstaying their welcome.
Having their arm lift as every snap adds another balloon to it, no touch needed until I want to augment my rhymes with my ability to again TUG their arm down, down, down, further into the abyss of trance.
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Sounds like a lovely little experience :p