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Backstage in one of Narrator’s many theatres, everyone was busy preparing for the show due to start in half an hour. Narrator himself was also doing his part, reading over this story’s script to make sure he gets every line perfect. Theres a distinct lack of huge sentient gloves near him.
His beloved hands Lefty and Righty? Who knows where they are at the moment, Narrator was too absorbed in getting his show ready. Of course, the hands are loyal to their boss and will come back to check out what he’s doing.
This time, they came back with a jingling metal sound emanating from Righty’s closed fist.
“… What do you have?” Narrator asked, a little annoyed. He can’t afford any problems happening before the show but he trusts that his hands wouldn’t ruin everything he’s been working on for the past few weeks.
Lefty gestures toward his counterpart, who opens his hand and reveals a pile of gold jewellery, mostly hoop shaped rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Narrator is pretty sure that they were stolen from some of his actors. “Jewellery? Why do you have jewellery?” He asked, tilting his head to further show his confusion.
Both floating hands turned to each other, then Lefty formed an open hand faced down and Righty formed a pinch shape with the jewellery tucked in his remaining fingers. They then made the sign language action for ‘Ring’
“Ring? I don’t want to wear any rings for the show, I have JUST the right amount of gold accents to perfectly capture the audience.” Narrator pulled at his bowtie slightly to emphasize. Both hands just shook akin to the motion you make when shaking water off your hands, it’s their way of saying no.
They repeated the ASL for ‘Ring’ then Righty pointed at Lefty immediately after, hoping this would get their point across. Narrator seemed to get it as he made an ‘oohhhh’ sound and smiled, “Your asking if you can wear rings for the show?”. Lefty and Righty both formed a thumbs up in unison. “Sure! Why not.” He shrugged lightly and floated over to his hands, abandoning the script he was just holding.
All three of them were quickly reminded that Lefty and Righty are very large, and a normal ring looks like a grain of salt in comparison. Not one to give up immediately, Narrator sifted through the pile of gold hoops in Righty’s palm. He pulled out several gold chokers, which fit nicely on Lefty and Righty, how plot convenient!
“Aaaand there we go!” He exclaimed as he slid the last ‘ring’ onto Lefty. Both hands had on a couple rings each, but they were missing something. Narrator hummed in thought, then eyed one of his performers walking around nearby.
“HEY! YOU!!” The performer whipped around to face Narrator, “Get me two hoola hoops, NOW!”
“..but sir, I only have mine..” The performer said, holding the hoola hoop he’s supposed to use. “Find me two more then or i’m REPLACING YOU WITH FRANK.” He yelled back, a distant frog croak was heard after. The performer groaned and ran off to find 2 more hoola hoops.
Lefty and Righty watched in confusion as the performer came back a few minutes later with 2 more hoola hoops, both gold and purple striped. Narrator dismissed the performer and turned to his beloved hands and slid the hoola hoops on their wrists. “Ta da!!” he said with a small flip in the air, “Bracelets!!”
Lefty grabbed Narrator and squeezed him lightly, their way of hugging. Righty floated by, flexing his fingers and admiring his new jewellery. “Aww it’s my pleasure, id do anything for my two favourite hands!!” He cooed back, his arms patting Lefty who’s still ‘hugging’ him. He was let go immediately after and turned to the stage curtain they were behind. “Now it’s almost 5:30, we have a SHOW to do!!!” He exclaimed, flinging the curtain sides wide open at the time cue.
He will admit that the jewellery looked good on Lefty and Righty, perhaps he’ll get them real rings and bracelets for a show one day.
