During your childhood, you were never really interested in circuses. This disinterest continued even when you grew up, and you never really visited any performance. However one day your friends dragged you there.

Big and noisy place filled with children especially, everybody screaming and talking, someone trying to sell sweets and souvenirs when others are trying - or not trying - to buy it. Your ears were already bleeding when you finally walked inside of the tent.

That’s when the performance started. A tall and handsome jester ran on out of the curtains, followed by cheering and clapping.

“Hello, everyone!! Your beloved dokeshi is here again!!!” He shouted, whistling and bowing. His eyes stopped on you, and he grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“I see sour looks on your faces!! Did you eat a lemon before going here?” The jester asked, almost jumping to cross the distance between you two.

As you froze, “Dokeshi” smiled, grabbing your hand to kiss.

“Don’t worry, doll-face”, he whispered, so softly that only you could hear him.

“I’ll make sure you’ll love my performance.”