The circus had just finished their last show of the night and were now hanging out inside of the performers’ tent. Louise: “Where’d Mr Showman go?” Louise sipped a glass of champagne, sitting beside Mary Anne on the floor in the tent. Mary Anne: “He did say he needed to go have a breather. today was a stressful show for all of us.” Mary anne replied, keeping her umbrella away. Whimsy: “Aww, is our high alright Showman tired?” Whimsy taunted, somehow still full of energy. Flimsy: “Whimsy. That’s enough.” Flimsy shoved Whimsy lightly, shooting him a telepathic glare. Mr Sugar: “No no, he’s right. Poor lad’s been stressing about this show for weeks.” Mr Sugar chuckled quietly but sadly. Mason: “I think we should just..leave him alone for tonight, yeah?” Mason tapped his gloved fingers on a box, glancing at Twinky who nodded in agreement. Cooper: “I second that. Mr Showman came up to me about 7 times asking if I thought the performance was good enough.” Cooper rolled his eyes, stretching his limbs and neatening his poncho. Mrs Spice: “He better not be ALREADY planning the next show, not on our watch.” Mrs Spice folded her arms, leaning against Mr Spice who patted her shoulder.