he finally steps into the building, looking around. circus members run amok, dressed head to toe in fun outfits, chattering or practicing an act. this is his happy place, his comfort. not that he'll show it. he goes over to the ringmaster, talking to him for a bit about the basics. yada yada, performances, all that. he finds his dressing room, staring at the nameplate for around five minutes before stepping in. he gets ready and heads back out, feeling the comfort of his suit against his skin.
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