The Larks finished preforming for their show with no failures or whatsoever. The audience were quite many, but they satisfied their entertainment nonetheless. As the group of four finally had gone behind the curtains, they couldn't help but to let out an exhausted sigh yet filled with relief as they all took off their masks.

Perrine glanced at Kingsley, before the show even had happened they both had a small argument with each other, rambling out words they probably didn't mean at all.   Kingsley caught Perrine glancing, which made them produce a small 'hmph!' from their throat. It was obvious that the other was sulking, Perrine couldn't help but to let out a frustrated groan as.

Cole and Clementine saw the condition they were in. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if it was almost suffocating.  Kingsley went to mind their own business in a corner where he had a jar filled with crickets. Kingsley reached out into their pockets as they put more into the jar.

A while has passed, Perrine finally mustered up the courage to have a word with Kingsley. A piece of apple was in their hands as they reached it out for Kingsley to grab, as if it was a peace offering. Their eyebrows were furrowed faintly, before Perrine finally spoke. "Here, take it."