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[Grand Central Station is where it's at. That's where he is at. Everything has been put in place though things could have been easier if someone had been around when he needed them. It isn't like he can't do it by himself even though it does increase the likely hood of appearing tacky. He has worked too hard to back out now.

He makes sure to get that licorice tied firmly around his ankle with the idea that it isn't going to break. A glace at some sort of reflective surface tells him that he is certainly ready to go. He gives his leg a tug and he glances back to see that his dinky little wagon moves properly. And he hurries to the wagon to press play on the radio that is apparently in it.

Yeah, he needs to do a better search for Sour Bill next time.

His theme song soon comes on and he is quick of stepping out into the middle of the station. Sugar. The licorice broke. He has to make sure to stand by his wagon, though, to distract the fact the radio is there and he has no lackey. His anxiousness has him bring a hand up to the front of his hair. Still in place. His song is still the truth.]

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[While Rancis makes his way through the station, he's being carefully watched by a figure sitting on a nearby bench. She looks highly amused, and her expression proves that she's struggling not to just burst into giggles right then and there.

By the time the music starts, she's seen enough.

With a smirk, Vanellope hops from the bench and shoves her hands into her pockets, skirting around the legs of people passing by before making her way over to Rancis, coming to a stop in front of him.]

...What are you doin'.

[It's more of a statement than a question, really.]

[Luckily with some decent distance, the laughter falls on deaf ears. So that isn't going to be a current problem. No, if anything he is going to be preoccupied with this bit of let down that has decided to appear in front of him. He isn't going to resist rolling his eyes. He does as he pleases!

He drops his hands from his hair.]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[Even the president has eyes, surely.]