for carnies and candy.
Who: Rain and Allen Walker.
When: Backdated to August 1st.
Where: The Fair Grounds.
Summary: It's the best place to spend a good day, and for once, everything promises to turn out that way.
Warnings: Happiness. ...
Some carnies were nasty. Some carnies were so hateful that all they did was laugh. Most started out loving what they did, but years and years in both the career and the part had left them smileless.
Allen, for his part, loved his job.
The ability to make people laugh, to set a little girl giggling or a little boy snicker-- it was great. To move so freely and yet not have to think about anything, all while bettering a few people's days was something he couldn't have turned down if he wanted to (as much as, on hindsight, that made him seem like a complete lovestruck-with-his-job fool).
Needless to say, then, was how much fun he had being the circus's advertisement. They had him in a smiling mask, a suit layered with ribbons of all colors and wearing pointed, striped shoes, a sash of red around his waist that occasionally got tied up but of which he couldn't honestly mind. If the rule was that a person put as much energy into something as much as they enjoyed it, he had to be the most energized out of all of them.
Some people didn't appreciate the talkative, outgoing clown on a large, obnoxiously bright beach ball, but really, Allen didn't mind; he kept on talking to everyone, walking here and there and occasionally going on his head or hands in the middle of conversation. Not to show off, personally, but to attract for the fair ground's last summer days.
Therefore, if a certain pink-haired man happened to pass by and he found himself getting a cheery "Hello!" piped at him from the side of the street, well. Allen was the type of person to do such a thing.
When: Backdated to August 1st.
Where: The Fair Grounds.
Summary: It's the best place to spend a good day, and for once, everything promises to turn out that way.
Warnings: Happiness. ...
Some carnies were nasty. Some carnies were so hateful that all they did was laugh. Most started out loving what they did, but years and years in both the career and the part had left them smileless.
Allen, for his part, loved his job.
The ability to make people laugh, to set a little girl giggling or a little boy snicker-- it was great. To move so freely and yet not have to think about anything, all while bettering a few people's days was something he couldn't have turned down if he wanted to (as much as, on hindsight, that made him seem like a complete lovestruck-with-his-job fool).
Needless to say, then, was how much fun he had being the circus's advertisement. They had him in a smiling mask, a suit layered with ribbons of all colors and wearing pointed, striped shoes, a sash of red around his waist that occasionally got tied up but of which he couldn't honestly mind. If the rule was that a person put as much energy into something as much as they enjoyed it, he had to be the most energized out of all of them.
Some people didn't appreciate the talkative, outgoing clown on a large, obnoxiously bright beach ball, but really, Allen didn't mind; he kept on talking to everyone, walking here and there and occasionally going on his head or hands in the middle of conversation. Not to show off, personally, but to attract for the fair ground's last summer days.
Therefore, if a certain pink-haired man happened to pass by and he found himself getting a cheery "Hello!" piped at him from the side of the street, well. Allen was the type of person to do such a thing.