Sycophanta found himself in the Estonian forests in hopes of finding himself to be more useful than being the godforsaken King of Pop; his image as the King of Pop was manufactured, and he just had to try to discover himself instead of the only time of not living a lie would be when he's smoking in his apartment mocking people alongside Diego and whenever he found himself having numerous one night stands with male strippers and escorts. He never paid attention to whether or not some sort of huge thing that'd affect the wizarding population was going on; in fact, he wasn't even there for the Battle of Hogwarts in his final year due to traveling around the United States at the time. He didn't give a shit about what was going on as long as his public image was still in check and as long he was able to only do the minimum humanitarian wise.
Stepping on some twigs, he smirked as he began to try to find his way into a small village; there was the possibility that he wouldn't be recognized which could allow him to get whatever he needed, more like wanted, without any possible interference, and that thought made him grin. Looking around, he tried to find whatever direction would get him to a place the fastest or at least not appear to involve as much effort. He began to north until he found himself in the back of what appeared to be a small pastry shop. Sycophanta had honestly felt a bit hungry, so coming across a source of food was always a good thing since it''d tie him over for who knows how long.
After buying a pastry, he made his way towards a magick shop to find some incense to help when it comes to various rituals and so his apartment could smell like something out of a Febreeze commercial. Entering the store, he looked at the cashier and noticed that it happened to be the guy he had a fling with for a small time around the time his album Off the Wall was released.
"Sycophanta... How are you doing with your career?" the cashier asked in a deep voice.
The musician approached the other crossing his arms. "Well, this is unexpected... Stressful. What do you think? Especially with the image I've been pretty much forced to keep up since i was five."
"Good point. Are you still trying to get Vazli's dick?"
"He and i fucked multiple times before. Granted some of the times he was crossdressed and was made to pretty much be passed out due to being in the same management company, but still."
"Such pathetic desperation."
Sycophanta got out his wand and approached the other as he began to stick the wand by his neck using the pointiest side. Giving a psychotic smile, he just stared. "If you get on my bad side shit will happen. Don't wanna end up like the manager that looks like he could be a politician who had gotten arrested recently, do you?"
The cashier squinted his eyes in disbelieve unsure of what stuff the other had gotten into. "Just get the shit you need and fucking go! No need to fucking pay!"
The musician took all of the incense in the store and walked out happily on his merry way to try to cause mischief or make himself look good elsewhere.
