[center][u][b]A semi-collab with Rexy-woo[/b][/u][/center]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/g4O95H6.png[/img]

[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top[/u][/b]

Estelle pulled her wrist sharply from the boy’s grip as soon as they reached a stop, retracting it close to her chest and gingerly rubbing her wrist. The strange and mildly creepy man had gripped Estelle’s wrist in the same hand as the one holding his burnt out fire stick, making the entire escort somewhat less then pleasant. 

She looked up, eyeing the man with narrow, suspicious eyes. He looked familiar… but from where? Was it a good thing, or a bad thing? Who on Ddaear was he, what was his business and… where had he taken them?

Estelle inspected their surroundings, her eyes gazing over the brightly coloured curtains enclosing the space off from everywhere around, and the general privacy of the area, including the mirror set in one corner beside the walls decorated with equipment and costumes. This… this certainly looked incredibly [i]weird.[/i] What was this guy’s deal? What did he want with them? Did he… did he manage to guess who they were, and what they wanted? Or was it something else, something as equally sinister or-

"Okaaay, so you two are new, right? Did Sammie hire you, or did she hire you?"

“…hire us?” Estelle’s face scrunched up tightly as she looked at Crispin with an unamused expression. “What do you mean by that? Are you some kind of pervert or something?” The swordswoman’s fist rose high in the air above him. “If you’re planning on trying something to us mister, you’re in for a rude awakening, because we’re not just going to sit back and take whatever disgusting, creepy things you’ve got in mind you sick whacko-”

“Woah woah WOAH!” Crispin’s hand waved frantically in the air between himself and the two clowns. “It’s nothing like that, I swear! I, I, I… just… y’know...”

“Know what?”

“Did you join the circus, or did you [i]join[/i] the circus?”

BAM

“What the butt was that for?!” Crispin yelped as he rolled about on the floor like an infant, his hands nursing his sore, reddening cheek. A small wisp of steam rose from Estelle’s fist. 

“C’mon, Aria, let’s get out of here…”

“Nononono wait don’t leave me, don’t- yow!!”

The hand that had been waving up in the air to stall Estelle and Aria suddenly met the ground again in a loving embrace as Estelle stomped it on her way to walking away from Crispin’s ‘private room’. 

“Oh my mom’s going to kill me…” The poor youth sobbed.