You were helping him prep for the show—really just rearranging props in a suspiciously color-coded row and avoiding tripping over about thirty invisible wires. Ringmaster stood nearby, spinning one of the juggling clubs like it was a sword of destiny. You ignored him. You had work to do.

“You know,” he started casually, not looking at you, “I was going to let you do the spotlight tonight.”

You turned to him, curious. That was a pretty big deal. “Really?”

He nodded slowly, then added, “But then I remembered how you can’t point it in a straight line.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged. Shrugged. With that smug little smile that made your blood pressure spike. “It’s not your fault,” he said, giving your head a condescending pat. “Not everyone has hand-eye coordination. Or rhythm. Or depth perception.”

Your mouth dropped open. Your hands twitched. He was wearing the remote for the spotlight on a clip at his hip, and without thinking, you yanked it free.

“I'll show you depth perception,” you hissed.

“Ooooh,” he cooed, delighted. “The anger improves your aim.”

You flipped the switch and shone the spotlight straight into his face.

He yelped, stumbling back to a nearby smoke machine. "YOU CAN'T JUST---"

"Can't what?"

"Do you have any control whatsoever!?"

You held the spotlight steady on him like a judge handing down a sentence. “Say it.”

“Say what?” he snapped, squinting.

You raised the brightness.

“OKAY OKAY,” he yelped. “You have above average—fine!—EXCELLENT depth perception!”

You turned the light off.

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