Afriel, for the lack of better words, despise the human who comes to the circus. Actually, despise would be an understatement; he wishes to stomps onto their face, that's how much he hates those hair lacking monkeys.

Cheering ensures as soon as Afriel jump from the the bloodshot red plank, his hooves landing with 'thud' on the ground. Loud. Annoying. He curses in his heart, just as he does every single day he's alive.

Relax, Afriel.. he gritted his teeth together, pulling out several knife from the side pockets. Just imagine, you're throwing the knife at those people His grip tighten on the knife, the real little lamb is them he throw the knifes with perfect precision straight to the dummy head, a small smile gracing his feature before going back to his default expression.

The cheering is loud. He hates it.

By the times all the troups went back to their respective wagons after the all the visitors leave, Afriel sneaked a bucket full of fruits, and a lighter under it all into his wagon. Closing the door quickly with a huffed.

Once he turned around, his whole body relax, meeting the other demihuman, already laying on the hays, in which is better than those crappy bed other troups members have anyway.

His hooves clacks as it stomps on the wooden floor. "Those pricks doesn't have us enough food before the performance so I sneaked in some snacks." He told, taking off this bell as he throws it onto the close hays in slight annoyance. "And a lighter to." He added simply, burying the lighter one of the more hidden place under the hays, in which he put lots more things in; knifes, ropes, other sharp objects..etc.

"Those bunch.." he huffed, unbuttoning his upper shirt from the stuffed feeling. "They think I'm a toddler or something, wearing all of this." He tap his hoover lightly from annoyance.