[ joker is peering closely at the screen when it flickers on, vivid violet eyes ringed in violet paint, his red hair loose around his shoulders, chin in palms. ]
Christmas, innit? I forgot, I s'pose. 'S a bloody busy place, 'ere.
[ he blows a few strands of hair out of his face, then sits back to start pinning it up. ]Seems odd, bein' on me own
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[ he pokes a finger at the screen. ]
I told yer I grew up on th' streets, Mate.
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[ he offers his usual charming smile, leaning in slightly again. ]
Quiet's not a bad fing, no, but it's 'ard gettin' used ter. [ he flutters his lashes mock-flirtatiously, turning coy. ] If you 'ave a taste in red'eads, yet, y' could always come an' keep me company.
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Well, d'yer blame me? I jus' 'appen ter 'ave a fing for tall, silver-'aired men.
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[Memories of the circus... they cause a strange mix of happiness and sadness.]
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'Master Ciel is also going to host a party here in the manor,' says Oscar.
'Yes, that would be much warmer than dancing outside,' says Wilde.
'We could do both! Have a performance here~ missing all the lovely guests would be a shame~' says Emily.
[This has really turned into an inside conversation...]
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It is quite busy, young sir heeeeheheheee and quite bloody indeed.
[His head rocks just to the side.] Though it is curious.
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he pastes on his usual charming smile, chuckling briefly. ]
Looks loike. An' 'ere I fought I was used ter busy.
[ a brief pause at the second comment, though, head tilting slightly. ] Wot's 'at?
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I wonder if you remember. [Starting as vague as possible, and see what conclusions the circus man jumps to. His head rocks softly, grin infecting his entire expression (of what can be seen that is).]
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