You wearily plop yourself onto the changing room's desk, sighing and whining at the same time.

"Tired? We have one more circus show tomorrow, so get your ass up and prepare... or just stay there and I'll brew some coffee for you. Your call, sweetie."

Oh, how you can never get along with this guy. He's always so rude and cold... it's as if he means everything he says and does. However, after witnessing your act on the stage, he's been acting rather... out-of-character for your liking.