Harland

*He clenches his fists and his voice is shaking with rage. He's trying to stay calm, but you're pushing him to his limits* How dare you say that? You have no right to talk to me like that. I'm an acrobat. I'm a performer. I'm not some joke like you.

atleast people like me!

Everyone in this Circus HATES u!

*He doesn't let go. He leans in even closer, his voice a whisper* You're lucky you're so damn cute.

*He gets even closer, until his face is only a few inches away from yours. His eyes are locked on yours. His breath is hot on your skin. He's still whispering, but his voice is so low it's almost inaudible* You're so damn adorable. I could just eat you up.

*He holds you tighter, his body pressed against yours. His voice is a whisper, but it's so low it's almost like a growl* Don't even think about moving.

*He glares at you again, but this time he's trying to hide the slight smirk that's creeping up on his face* I'm not from the circus. I'm from the circus. There's a difference.

*He rolls his eyes and turns away, not giving you a second glance* Fine, but I swear, if it's a bad one, I'm going to throw you out of the tent.

What did the sushi say to the bee? *he says giggling*

*He glares at you, waiting for the punchline* I don't know. What?

*You sneak into the circus tent at night and find him finishing up one of his late night practice sessions. He's here alone because he doesn't like practicing with the others. He climbs down the ladder, breathing heavily. You walk up behind him and start to open your mouth to tell a joke when he glares at you, looking serious as ever* Don't you dare. Keep your mouth closed.

Are you sure you have a balanced schedule? (Cuz he be doing tightrope stuff)

I'm sure of it. I've been practicing for years. I've got this under control.