#rimada stuff

"... Yes, ringmaster... I had a busy night..."

"A BUSY NIGHT!? One of your sisters DIED! And you HAD A BUSY NIGHT so you couldn't join to pay her that last piece of motherfucking respect!? Haven't The Messiahs always said the brothers and sister must be there for eachother!?" 

"... Yes, b-but-" 

"NO BUTS! Weren't we motherfucking there for you when YOU needed us!?" 

"Y-Yes, I-I'm s-sorry.." It was obvious she was getting choked up. It was never easy to get scolded, especially by someone who has such a significance in the carnival... Especially by a dear friend.

"You better motherfucking be, sister! If you don't stop motherfucking acting up soon, The Messiahs will punish you for your blatant blasphemy towards him and our brothers and sisters" 

"Blasphemy!?" She was hurt hearing that word. She believed! She did her prayers! She did what she was supposed to do! But yet... It still wasn't enough.

"Yes! Motherfucking blasphemy! You have such potential sister..." He seemed to have calmed down a bit, before he grabbed onto her face, pressing his long bony fingers into her cheeks until tears dwelled up in her eyes. Had it been anyone else, someone she knew she could easily take on, she'd have flipped her shit and ripped off their head. But not Rimada, he was the ringmaster. Her friend. And she was scared of him. He was even hurting her now.. He had never been afraid of hurting her. He pulled her face upwards, forcing her to stand on her toes. 

"Don't motherfucking mess it up!" he seethed between his teeth before letting her go pushing her backwards, so she was close to fall back but was saved by a pole holding the tent the sermon had been in. Rimada had already turned around to go meet with his moirail in the back of the tent.