Hugo considered his options. He could feel that his sugar high was almost up, and that he was about to enter the natural 'low'.
Was this a metaphor? Was the very word itself 'Low', destined to be synonymous with 'Hugo'?
Regardless, his awareness that his performance level was going 'down' was why he had decisively taken action, cornering Fergus in a classic power-move, the Kabédon, (lit. "wall bang") in an attempt to artfully control the frame, as per his Dark Rizzard training.
It was his usual overcompensation techniques at their finest. "Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak" type thing, textbook stuff.
And it worked...! Well... Kind of...
___
"Young Man, I see you have Potential." The Reverend called out.
"How about you join the Church of the Seven Deadly Sins?"
___
At this point, a few interesting things happened.
For starters, Hugo mistakenly believed that his demonstration of his macho assertiveness had its intended effect - the Reverend-guy was impressed!
Which goes to show that he was still lacking in his understanding of Human motivations, because in actual fact, what the Reverend was actually admiring was the sheer degree of perversion and shamelessness that Hugo was showing...
___
Which brings us to the next interesting thing...
Well, in order to appreciate the second thing, we turn now to the 'Kabedon-ee', Fergus.
Ohhh... Fergus… the Frostmaster, he... quivered...!!! At the sensations that his jolly man had delivered!!!
He gasped, as soggy-Santa-Hugo came in strong, planting his palm against that oblong... which was the wall behind, placing him in a bind... ooh how he wished he could just press rewind...
He was feeling a sudden buildup of something in his tubes... and not the tubes attached to his nozzle... well not the nozzle that Hugo was gripping at least.
H-How was he supposed to feel?
He was just a humble Frostmaster, but years of injecting cream into innumerable buns had warped his mind. A man, dressed in red, alongside the sudden vivid, visceral stimulation... did things to the lonely, shy, introverted Frostmaster, who had been left to his own 'devices' (literally) for far, far, too long...
He blushed, even as he flushed...!!! "Oh... hush. You're turning me into mush. How can you say such embarrassing stuffs? Even if I gave you the EVP Blueprint... would it even be enough?
I know you're acting all strong and tough... And maybe you even like to act all gruff...
How did you know I like it rough?"
(Paraphrased to keep things PG as usual)
___
There was a long moment of very awkward silence.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."