You and your friend made your way around the circus grounds. Smiling, cracking jokes and taking pictures together. You two were having a lot of fun!!

You saw a large crowd surrounding a… very tall purple blooded Troll. Your friend gasped and grabbed your shoulder, shaking you.

“ It’s HIM! Oooohhh my GOG— “

They panicked, grabbing your face to make you look at them.

“ DO I LOOK OKAY?! “

You nodded and assured them they looked great— What the fuck was the deal???

“ Y..You. You don’t know who he is?? Marvus! Marvus Xoloto!! I- Oh my Goooog… “

They grabbed your hand and walked you over to the crowd. Marvus was signing things for fans (Papers, shirts, faces— Who’s fucking baby was he signing???).

You couldn’t lie though— Marvus was a giant piece of eye-candy. Like Gog damn that stomper rack should be illegal. IT DIDN’T EVEN FIT IN HIS SHIRT.

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Anyways!

Your friend pulled you forwards, snapping you out of your man boob induced stupor. You were now second in line.

“ I’m gonna ask him to sign our chests-!! “

Wait what— You were already being pulled forwards…