#ft diofae

On this episode of Clowns With vs Without Paint. Diofae Atmaro everybody.

As you lay on the floor supine, vision swimming and blood leaking from one or more holes, you find the ability to give yourself a mental pat on the back. All things considered, you took a hammer to the face very well. Only broke your nose and loosened a couple teeth.

No one comes to help you up. Everyone on The Freakshow knows that it's the choice of the loser to get up or succumb to the vultures. You can see at the edge of your vision that said vultures have already started to crowd. One kicks at your thigh and you growl, pulling yourself up despite the protest of your muscles. You hear grumbles and sighs of disappointment as the clowns disperse. Damn, they really wanted you dead huh? Or just wanted your stuff.

You get yourself halfway vertical, propping your weight up on one hand while you feel your jaw with the other. It doesn't feel busted but it'll be a pain to chew for the next few nights. Your eyes scan over the remaining people while you internally assess damage. Splitting your attention this way makes you almost miss him.

But he manages to catch your eye anyway.

It's not like he's the only one with a weapon pulled, your little scuffle put plenty of people on edge, or that he's the only one ignoring you, the interest in your living body is quickly fading. It's that he sparkles. Or, you guess glint is a better term for it. Little glints of silver. Metal in his hair and horns, studs on his hammer, the clasp of the collar around his neck.

A little light, a little flash for attention, and then it's gone. Then he's gone. Not even giving you a second glance. Can't be caught. Fit fast, hit hard, don't take no shit from nobody. He certainly didn't take any from you. Not this time at least. Though, now that you're thinking about it, rolling your tongue around in your mouth to find the source of the blood filling it, you don't think he was swinging all that hard. It was a love tap, if anything. A slap on the wrist. You'll be worth a full force hit one day, just not today.

Vs

Diofae "Killing yourself is weak shit. Go out like a real one. Kamikaze" Atmaro

a) It's embarrassing to be out here minding someone else's business

b) Sounds like you're mad he's getting good bulge, which isn't new, plenty of people are mad about that. So why would he care what you in particular have to say.

And HONESTLY- He wouldn't care about his nudes and he is a Juffalo (fake juggalo, used here to refer to a clown not fully into the religion just putting on an act, though he would prefer the alternative term Juggahoe ) so the face isn't that big of a deal to him but like,,,

Amy: He's over there.

Iylene:

Diofae: ... That's a grown ass man.

Amy: I guess he's a little old, yeah, but he can still do tricks. Watch this; Speak.

Iylene: sup bro

Amy: Good boy.