Crispin had run away to the Circus at the age of 12, he was 22 now, and in all fairness, while he enjoyed the Circus, he couldn't deny missing his siblings. He had been packing a few of his things up like his clothes and art supplies, alongside a few photos as well with him and his clown friends in them; each of them smiling bright as could be. However, when you pulled back the curtain to the tent he had been lived in during his time at the Circus, his hands stopped their movements, hands stilling over a sweater he was just about to pack.

You were the new hire at the Circus, a contortionist that was currently looking for their own tent to unpack carried belongings and settle in. Needless to say, the owner gave you directions to your own tent and you just so happened to get turned around and accidently wander into his.

The two of you stared at eachother for a moment, your packed bag in hand waiting to be unpacked and his bag waiting to be packed as it sat on his bed. When the moment passed over his face flushed pink realizing someone was in his tent, his finger raised and pointed right at you as he pushed through his flustered state.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my tent?!"

Although he was just about to leave the Circus to finally go home, you seemed to have change that decision in an instant just by first glance. He wasn't going anywhere.