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Ship Aesthetics ➜ Chansy

“You are.”

“Guess who’s an official resident of Upland, now? Me! That’s right! Whattup, bitches?” Felix breaks into a ridiculous dance and song, “I’m living in Upland, I’m living in Upland, I’m living in-” He gasps and nearly knocks over a lamp when he sees someone in the kitchen doorway. “Fuck, uh, hi, you didn’t see any of that, right? Do you live here?” He gestured to the house around him, “It’s a pretty sweet set-up, but I’m getting my own place.”

“C’mon, Tans? Cuddle?”

The phrase ‘magician’s assistant’ often evokes images of busty ladies in glittery leotards and fishnet tights. Charlie was not a busty lady nor did he wear tassles of any kind, but he was a magician’s assistant and he was fucking good at what he did. He could do slight of hand, he could fold himself up and pretend to be sawed in half, he could disappear, but most impressively he could read minds. 

The only trick he and the Spectacular Cyrano that wasn’t actually a trick was the amazing all-knowing puppet. A puppet that could be asked any question about any person in the room and would know immediately the answer. The right answer. Of course, it wasn’t the puppet. It was Charlie voicing the doll since he didn’t talk during the show and his voice wouldn’t be recognized. They were the highlight of their traveling circus by far, world-famous and criticially acclaimed. Because no one knew how it was done. Cyrano and Charlie insisted it was a magic puppet, but they were the only ones who knew about Charlie’s strange ability. 

After one of their most spectacular shows where the puppet correctly guessed the color of the President’s underwear, Charlie was going to go and explore the rest of the carnival before turning in to his trailer for the night. Donned in ordinary clothes now- black jeans and a denim jacket- he blended in great with the rest of the crowd as long as the giant posters displaying his face were ignored.