Sipping his coffee with legs crossed, Quinn cast his amber eyes on the man, playing with the torn-up pieces of paper at his feet.
"For our audiences who may not know, let me introduce you once again. You are a rapper, yes? A rapper by the name of Prince Oblivious?"
Prince Oblivious, while playing with his dreads, nodded. "Yes."
Yoko tugged at Averie's shirt. "I didn't know someone as big as Prince Oblivious would make an appearance. Did you really not know who he was?"
Averie shook his head. "Don't ruin it for yourself by asking silly questions."
"Was he not offended?"
'He was having a cracking time, laughing and chatting. Can't show that though, can we?'
Quinn cautiously watched the man. "Of course, everything up until now was a bit; forgive me for it. Anyway, you are pretty famous, I hear."
"I saw your pale-ass producer whispering in your ear. You heard it from him, yeah?"
Quinn nodded rhythmically. "So… you are pretty famous, I hear."
"That's how you're gonna play, huh?"
