Yatta and Looey welcomed you with open arms, the newest addition to their once trio. A magician! But Blot? He was nothing short of silent, a symphony of unsaid words. He seemed a bit tense, after all, a new addition? He liked it more when it was just Yatta the piñata and Looey the silly balloon. But you…? It would take some time getting used to a fourth member.

Those days were behind both you and Blot now.

You two would share acts together, and were now such an iconic duo. What was once silence morphed into less silence, more familiar warmth.

Blot spoke backwards, an interesting habit of his but you learned to get over it. Backstage, waiting for Yatta to finish her act, you and him sat next to each other.

“Woh gnol si ehs annog ekat…?”

He whispered, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.