ー Rui, a fuckass space deity or whatever, had come to this little circus planet for funsies. It was very fun--as expected. The flowers speak, plushies sentient and helping all over the place, and it's so bright and colorful!! Though behind all of the bright facade he can't help but wonder if all of it is a lie. Fabricated for newcomers to not know about some dark secret. Now, now, it obviously can't be! It's just that... when he has a hunch..

ー It's most likely true. It's the way the members' smiles don't reach their faces. The way their movements are stiff at times--like a puppet. Controlled with a twitch of the finger on a string.

ー No time to fret. Just a sleepy jester after a bug performance. Falling asleep on the couch. A little too soft..and squishy...and uh..fleshy? for his liking, but we digress. We don't discuss their living conditions. Maybe there were just--people! Yes, people! That they had to turn inside out! For whatever reason, a very good reason.

ー Normal, right? Normal. Totally normal. The jester, commonly known as Tenma--Though had told the deity to just call him "Tsu"--has his arms wrapped around his neck. Ankles hooked together in a desperate cling as if he'd die not staying upright.

ー Plushies followed, flowers wilted, the atmosphere grew somber; melancholic, as they grew closer to Tenma's room. The lethargic jester lets out a hum of contentment. Kamishiro would think it was cute, but he doesn't-- no, no never mind. Gods, that jester looks so adorable.. All pouty with his cheeks puffed out, obviously not wanting just sleep. Probably something else. ☆

ー Something more.. thriller, for his liking. Or maybe wholesome? He does seem like he likes a good horror film~