B1, Day 2 [ public ]

[sarcaskick]

So... ripped from my homeworld, semi-brainwashed by some prince guy, now I work in a circus, blah blah blah. I can roll with it. So, what now? We just sit around and wait for the next show, or disaster, or whatever?

[ There's a long, weary, blatantly over-dramatic sigh, as though the thought is the single most painful thing in the world for him. As if some major event hadn't just come to a close that people might still be reeling from. Not his problem, he's bored now. ]

I hate waiting. How's a guy supposed to get his kicks around here? Someone, be my knight in shining armor and save me from the shackles of boredom. I'm dying, here!

[ You would think someone trying to make a good first impression might offer to help, or present himself politely, or at least you know say his freaking name, but.

Well.

He ain't much on making good impressions. ]

Don't keep me waiting.

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[disjunct]

[ Suddenly-- ]



Oh, you too?

[ Before rolling over on her side. He's still... not boring. She'll never tell him now because that'll make him think she'll casually invite him to bed. Which she would, though? Just very straightforwardly. "Hey, you wanna bang?" "Finally telling a lie, Junky?" "Lying is boring and I wanna see what those legs can do."

But she is the most dangerous person in her world and he's treating her like trash-- or at least, like she's a loon and being swimmingly sarcastic with her and treating her like how she presents herself is not boring. She likes it. ]

You can have lying, I can have not-lying, we'll see who outfoxes the other in the end.

[sarcaskick]

We've got a whole year, right?

[ is this carnival going to survive them ]

I think we're going to have so much fun, roomie.

[disjunct]

We definitely do.

[ only one way to find out! ]

If tonight was any indicator... I think so, too.