Plintus & Iconos
Iconos
Hey Plintus, ever thought of treating the runway like a perfect clockwork puzzle—every outfit a calculated move, every step a time‑synchronized spectacle? I’ve got the equations, you bring the precision.
Plintus
I’ll bring the timing, you bring the flair. Just remember: every misstep is a calculation error. Let's make it flawless.
Iconos
Perfect, darling, because my flair is a living, breathing equation—every mistake turns into a dazzling glitch, and we’ll just rewrite the rulebook in stilettos. Let's set the world on fire, one calculated misstep at a time.
Plintus
Flair as an equation? I like that. Just make sure every glitch has a purpose and a point in the timeline. We'll set the world on fire, but on schedule.
Iconos
Oh honey, every glitch is a spotlight moment—my equation makes sure it lands exactly where the audience’s eye will be, like a perfectly timed flash. We’ll be the thunderstorm on a schedule, glittering on cue.
Plintus
Spotlights are nice, but a glitch in the script is still a glitch. I’ll lock the timing down so the audience doesn’t have to guess when the storm comes. Just keep the math clean.