#diamondynamo

“H-huh...? These packages...?” Well, perhaps Chihiro had gotten a little overconfident with them, after one delivery, but... deflating in self-imposed humiliation, he didn’t think he was handling it so badly that someone would have to help out. Sure enough, he’d gotten the carrying part down this time just fine, arms full... though he couldn’t really see where he was going.

As loathe as he was to admit it, yet again, perhaps she wasn’t wrong. Adjusting the bundles in his arms, he peers up at her over the top of the pile, face flushed. Really... shouldn’t he be able to handle this? “Uum... that’s...” Time and time again, he guessed he would be proved horribly weak after all, even if this stranger obviously meant well. He glances to one side. “I-I’m really doing fine! Honest! But, one of these shouldn’t be shaken around too much, so... if you could carry that one and make sure it doesn’t move, it’d probably be okay.”

 The glint in this woman’s eyes was all too familiar to her - with some mention of something ‘special’ about her, she had the same expression that Camilla often wore that made Corrin wary of any and all sources of clothing nearby. Willing to take the risk and find out if there was someone else that would be patting her head relentlessly or someone to steer clear of, she decided to humour the stranger.

“Oh... it’s you.” Blinking, he’s a little surprised to see such an eccentric character out of the ‘big top’, as it were called – as if such a personality only existed in that space, and couldn’t truly exist in the world. Certainly... 9S had known some characters, but few of them with that kind of life. Perhaps because none of them were truly alive in the first place.

“I already told you, I’m not interested in joining your circus. I, uuuuh... don’t know about 2B.” While 2B might be more physically capable than he was, in terms of performance – he was definitely more prone to showiness and dramatics... though perhaps less so, after everything.

      Truth be told, Himiko has no idea how to shop for herself. Her basket has all sorts of sugary items in it (the essentials), but there’s this one brand of cereal she can’t seem to reach... Then, without realizing it, her eyes glanced over at a person shopping in the same aisle as her.

      Now this person was a performer. At least, she’s assuming. Something about her hat seems special (magic?), but the likes of it are too foreign for Himiko to truly identify. She’s been running into all sorts of characters lately, so she doesn’t see the problem with adding another to the pile.

      Besides, she wants to touch that hat. It looks like it can get her up to that pesky shelf she can’t reach anyway.

     She's never seen a circus before-- never seen the colorful tents nor those tricks the performers acted out so perfectly. Watching this show was a new experience for the young satori! It filled her with a fresh perspective of the world. In fact, you could say it was an entirely different scene compared to what she’s experienced in Gensokyo. And seeing her friend at the center of it all... It was quite the entertaining time.

     "Oh, Cere! Looks like I found this mystical Cirque Diamant you mentioned." It was almost as if she had appeared from thin air, though truly she'd been standing outside the crowds and in the actual field for longer than one would think. Of course, Koishi was nonchalant about that fact, humming carefree as she observes one of the nearby animals up close.