Marvus strolls

For times where he isn't flocked on all sides by bodyguards and persistent fans, he finds a bit of peace to savor from away the eyes of the public. Don't get him wrong- loves the attention, but the spotlight can be a bit too overwhelming. Especially after a whole tour! It's also a nice time offstage to work on a new song topic that's been sitting in your think pan up till this point. Marvus strolls a distance away from the lapping, white foams of the ocean, working up a tune under his breath for a new song with a relaxed grin on his painted face. A little bit of sand kicks up with each time he picks up his cane and twirls it in his hand expertly, finding a rhythm along to the hum in his think pan. He doesn't necessarily mind that this beach isn't entirely empty (he's got a pen prepared under his coat), so long as it's not a bustling crowd chanting his name.

IX sighed as he sat on the soft, white sand. He was tired of all this water. Why did it have to be water? IX had never been a fan of water, even when he was able to swim. He had to be the weirdest seadweller ever.
He wasn't well accustomed to the feeling of sand between his toes. He also wasn't very accustomed to the feeling of heat in general, so he sat under an umbrella on a towel, balled up. He was still wearing his heavy coat and jeans, so he was absolutely boiling in it. And yet, he still sat there, sighing mechanically as he watched a large purple troll dressed fancily stroll across the shore.

With a snap, he catches his cane, before returning to walk like a Normal Person. Hmm, could use some work with that. Doesn't really flow the same, must be thrown off his groove right now.
His attention is taken as a peculiar sight takes him in. Who wears a kind of coat on the beach?
Well- Can't really speak with his top hat and suit in a array of purples and yellow accents. What he can say is, even though he likes his space, he sure doesn't have a functional think pan when he's not backed up by his entire crew of writers and musicians.
So it wasn't long until the top of IX's umbrella is tapped by the end of a cane, before Marvus peers under it at the troll with his signature grin.
"hey dere u got time 2 help a juggup"

IX could feel his blood pusher start racing when Marvus drew near. Fuck, he couldn't even go to the beach for a day without being hunted down?!
He gripped his coat tightly around him as he spoke, his voice shaking. "W....what do you want." His voice wasn't normal. Since his vocal chords were made of iron piano strings, it always had a slightly metallic tinge to his words.

[Woah there, easy! He leans back on the note of the risen tension, holding a hand up as if that was going to persuade that this hunk of a clown does No Harm!]
well nuthin much 2 git u all riled up dere bud [He chuckles.]
[Marvus kneels down to get a better view from under the umbrella, adjusting his grip to point the blunt handle of his cane towards IX. Yes, you.] just needa fresh pairo is 2 giv a bitto tip on which 1 2 witch uhearme ? whatsit gunna be
[His tone is lax and so is his posture. Don't know whatever reason he'd need to hunt down this violetblood, given the fins, but seeing that his first train of thought wasn't "oh shiz its marvus" is already a good start for him to not press into his worries out of curiosity.]

"What.....are you saying....?" IX looked up at him and oh....oh shit. Almost half of this troll's face was made of metal. He looked like troll terminator almost. His face seemed inherently sad though, like he hadn't smiled in sweeps. He probably didn't even know who Marvus was.

[Oh, my!]
[IX's rendered face gathers a raised eyebrow in reaction. The sight almost threw him off his tracks! Almost. They purse their lips, before trying again.]
was jus wonderin if ya could lend a ear oer 2 watch smth ive ben workin on 4 som audience nput thasall
[Marvus straightens up now, taking a step back while watching for the waves to not wash up against his sandy shoes.] u don gota if u don wanna . was jus askin [He adds, flashing IX a fangy smile.]

IX sighed, sitting up a little and taking his hood down. "Yeah. Go ahead. Do your little show thing." He shrugged a little, clearly not all that interested, but he wanted to humor the purple blood.

[Honestly? Nice change of pace! Need a fresh pair of eyes where he could gander a reaction that's not completely biased. With a satisfied grin to IX's answer, he scoots up, and tapping the tip of his cane to the tip of his shoe, and starts.]
[Yeah. He's good. Point-blank. Without a doubt, Marvus' a cane-slinger to point, keeping to the set rhythm set with swaying motions of grace. If grace can dress in an obnoxious, bedazzling purple and yellow accents.]
[He gave two of what he concluded the best choreography to the unique beat a spin, pausing in-between to signify that he was doing something else. Besides, whether or recognized or not, this IX is still a violetblood by the fins, so a show's gotta be put! When all was said and done, he resumes to his relaxed posture with a purrbeast's grin, before dipping his hat and giving a bow.]
[For you :o)]
well how wassat ?

"Huh. Interesting." The troll returned to simply staring off into space. IX wasn't very much of a people person, let alone a purple people person. As far as he knew, this guy could be putting on a show so he could kill him!

"not v chattay eh" [Marvus hums. Tough crowd. Unusual for a violetblood. Eh, well it's good practice!] "thx 4 the helpful nput :o)"
[Definitely unusual... His eyes are unwavering as he gives IX a lookover, before concluding they're perhaps too down in the dumps of their own thinkpan to her. And he can see why, what with the sore sight right there for all.]
[Yea, better not push a violetblood's buttons, no matter how much he'd like to.]
"welp catch u latr skrt skrt" [He 'cherrio-ed', and with that, he picked himself up and carried on with his beach stroll.]