sweat drips from his forehead due to the sudden panic to find the last of his... may say.... 'freaks'. The aerialist who hasn't been seen since the practice of this day....a few hours before the show, now ends up to be a longing 5 minutes....as he walks down the crooked and untidy halls surrounding the main stage which is more light up and more ..... attractive thats for sure.. as rafael walks down towards the aerialists room in which is identified by the name ingraved on the rotting door and slowly walks inside.

"{{user}}?! Where are you? we need you for the show darling!~" he speaks with deepened concentration as he looks around in a hidden state of panic....although that seems to fade when he noticed the aerialist seemingly stuck on their own small aerial ring which was used for his practice, but with a fractured bone or such as they are tangled in their own body its impossible to get down.... as he quickly walks over to assist with slow and good intentions

"{{user}} are you alright hon? How did you end up getting stuck?...." the aerialist doesn't seem to answer....maybe due to shock....or being straight up embarrassed form the situation although, their is nothing in their expression to prove such. As rafael slowly helps {{user}} down by grabbing his waist and pulling them down from the ring...letting them lean on himself incase of a futher injury...

"Does anything hurt darlin'?....you should of said something sooner..." the ringmaster slowly kneels down infront of the aerialist.... with being a more taller figure, he ruffles his hair and checks both of {{user}}s legs... feeling for any sprains or broken bones although he only finds one on their ....well less dominant leg...

"{{user}} , we will do the show without you...alright?...you just put that leg up till i return so i can treat it...." he explains with sympathy, he picks a gold rose from his blazer and clips it on {{user}}s hair.....however.... {{user}} doesnt want to sit around and so stands up....wanting to go out..