#ofcircus

"Hey Kinger!"

Pomni would give a shy little wave, a chuckle softly playing on her lips at the sight of their eldest member. Out of everyone here, she found his presence the most comfortable. Madness and all. She was always happy to see the older man.

"Aah! Kinger!" The toy box character fumbled as they bumped right into him in his stagnate pose while turning the corner. They obviously didn't expect for someone to be there. Kinger had that odd habit of popping up whenever it was least expected.

I love you, Lee... It's always crazy for me to hear this because I always think I'm a very easy to forget about person (the trauma) HDKSHDNKD. SMOOCHING YOU, IT'S ONLY SEPTEMBER, I DON'T LEAVE UNTIL THE BEGINNING OF NOVEMBER.

Rex saunters down the hall like a salesman looking for a mark. There's an almost eerie silence along this padded strip of hallway. Cautiously, the fellow begins to whistle a tune, anything to keep his digital ears from ringing.

He's in plain view but he's confident enough those all-seeing eyes are trained elsewhere. A rumor of three back-to-back adventures has bought him the opportunity to gather what he needs.

Oh. That .. was unexpected. Though, not completely unwelcomed.

She always found the presence of Kinger fascinating ever since she first arrived in the circus; there was something to him that told a deeper story that was left unspoken. The supposed rumors just made her find him even more interesting because there's reasons that a false narrative gets created and sometimes, instead of fighting to fix it, it's easier to allow others to perceive you however they want. As long as one stayed true to themselves and knew who they were, the obscured narrative didn't matter.

There was a strong fortitude to the man; wise, any time she'd spend with him hidden away under dim lights - she admired him like a kid would to an adult who's truly experienced life to its grandeur. And had a silent respect for him.