Blake had been caught yesterday, again.. He needed to work on his lying face. Blake had awoke at his usual time of 4 a.m., still perched onto of the large set piece where he normally slept, his glamour inactive. He had a bed somewhere but the way humans slept, with cloths wrapped around their body, laying against a squishy mattress.. it was unsettling. Blake sighed, knowing he had wasted 4 hours. He didn't need to sleep, but he had discovered he got into trouble if he didn't force himself to. Could he even call it sleeping, it was more like hibernating, or a mini-coma. Blake continued with his morning routine; move people's belongings around to make them search for them, reactivate his glamour, make himself cotton candy for his breakfast (Eating, another task to add to the list of things he didn't need to do), clean some of the set pieces, and then wait for the others to wake up. Sometimes he felt childish, watching and waiting for the others, but he liked to talk to them.. Even if it was a one-sided conversation. He wasn't particularly found of the Reaper, but it was nothing personal. Death Spirits just made him uncomfortable, always had.
Blake headed to see Hammond once he knew that he would be awake. Getting his glamour renewed was quick and effortless on Blake's part, yet he still acted like a child being asked to do a chore. After that was complete, Blake went back to his chores where he was informed that they had the company that everyone was expecting. He did a quick recap, making sure he had done nothing that might lead them to suspicious. Being 97% sure, Blake began to check the lights around the circus, making sure all were in working order.