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// You’ll do amazing I’m sure of it

GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

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YO LEG?? MINE

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his cheeks were stuffed like a hamster, blue orbs sparkling in a way while his brain wondered off envisioning his home know as hullabaloo. the smell of butter, bright gold color we’re all fond memories. “This taste pretty good it reminds me of home hehe.”
clapping his hands together.

“Latte huh? I’m guessing even with that you’re still tired.” giggling revealing his teethy grin, as he sat down at the dining table with a thud of his body, mike was like a child sometimes in the best ways, tossing popcorn in his mouth humming happily at the taste.

he wasn’t bad in the slightest, mike was entranced by his facial structure. the hues in his eyes, when the acrobats food was complete, he’d make his way back to the older gentleman more confident. that he can make amends for his initial judgement.

though it’d seem unethical he’d not want to pose harm to the dancer who’d have to witness the disguise mike would put on for this final act. with the guilt of that one aspect of the plan,

he’d not eat before the performance until it was much later, he just hopes she’ll understand.

she was no more but seeing the image made his heart sink, that all she wanted was to perform

he had apologized under his breath staring back to see nothing at all.

the morton brothers would go on to plan something that’d definitely weed out the circus’s new suspected culprit.

he cursed the carpeting from not muffling the sound more, nighttime made even pins sound louder

huffing in an annoyed fashion he had made it to Murros room, knocking on the door with the softest knock in the world

looking both ways, for a moment he saw in the hallway Violetta, doing a polite bow

the manor was very adamant of their curfew, mike was a horrible listener in many regards that obeying said rules when a situation was so dire

he’d let it slide, not caring for the consequences that would come back to haunt him

practically sneaking with small creaks coming from the floorboards

his voice gentle, a small glimpse of the old mike, hoisting his body up with a quick shake

he rushed to find murro but kept his guard up being wary of jokers activity

lucky for the acrobat it was more than likely he was glued to the dancers hip side like a lost puppy, if he was out so late

his noticeable dimples surfacing, when the two parted. he tossed himself on his bed with a thud

staring the ceiling, envisioning many shiny orbs of the stars he’s always loved giggling at the idea of them sparkling

“You know if I don’t get out.. I wanna be one of the stars.”

chard remains of his home. It was so sickening, but he’s started to conclude at some point he’d found himself yearning to fill the past with new memories

maybe his bonding he’s had with margaretha, was one of the many new memories to add?

a tiny smile crept up his face

their conversation close to his heart as he did with everyone in hullabaloo

their hug being a significant sign of a new beginning for today’s performance, though he’d not rest very well that night after their meeting with too much to think on

anytime he’d close his eyes, mike smelled the

He tossed his bombs into the air with a big grin, and started to juggle them only to catch each one, ending it with a polite bow.

“I’m Mike Morton, an acrobat. I apologize it’s been awhile since I’ve had some good practice. My original plan was just to get some food if I’m being honest.”