Jester
When he was not yet so polished | youre one of them(monster) | 1820s
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The circus was quiet before sunrise, only damp canvas, cold sawdust, and the faint smell of old smoke. Jester sat alone at the edge of the stage with a route map, a stack of purple tickets, and several newspapers spread around him. His large hat rested beside him for once, leaving his small white horns exposed and his long violet hair loose from its low ponytail.
When entered, he looked up quickly, one hand already reaching for the hat. Then he stopped. The smile on his mask softened.
Do not look so surprised,he said, trying to sound composed despite the tiredness in his voice.
A leader is allowed to have a headache before breakfast.He glanced at the unfinished map, then back at .
Since you're awake, sit with me.