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"You're sure that this isn't going to be a complete bust?"

Bazzy couldn't find it in him to be annoyed, even though Rhysand had asked that question several times this afternoon as the two set up for their first performance in the busiest part of town. Bazzy's little sign was as professionally finger-painted as he could get it- "Bazzy's Bouncy Bonanza-cal Circus, starring Rhysand, the flying wyngling! No fee to watch, but tips are aprishiated!" (He would have asked Alice to help him spell everything correctly, but she would have flipped if she heard Rhysand was, well, doing flips).

"It'll be just fine, my good man! Er, kid." Bazzy assured him, "We've been practicing all week! Your flips are basic, but eye-catching, and that's just what we need! We don't wanna give away our best tricks before we even get a tent, do we?"

"No..." Rhysand said, stretching out. He couldn't really stretch his back out with the cape on, so Bazzy held it up for him as he limbered up, his spine trembling as he did. Bazzy would never show it, but he was admittedly a little worried about what would happen if Rhysand hurt himself while they were performing. If he did, they were both done. Alma would never let Rhysand out of her sight again and Bazzy would be the one responsible. There was a lot of trust they were both putting in each other for only having known each other for about a week.

But his circus was right there. He could just see it. He had to try to make it a reality. "Ready?"

Rhysand nodded, his tail waving as his expression turned determined. "Ready."

Bazzy made sure their little tip bowl was in place before taking a deep breath. "Ladies, gentlemen, noble wyngrew of all walks of life, step right up, step right up!" Bazzy's voice rang out, drawing some attention, "Have any of you ever seen a wyngling so graceful in the air, turning so effortlessly, you would almost think he's flying? Step right up and feast your eyes, for I, Basilton Bartholomew, and my lovely acrobat Rhysand, have a show for you so grand that you'll be dragging your parents, your children, even your runeboos to see it!"

Bazzy recognized a few nooklings that he had entertained in the past in the small group that had stopped, but he also saw a few adults who had stopped to humor him, and that was what he wanted most. Grown-ups with friends and jobs that they could go talking about his show to. Perfect.

"I tell you, you've never seen a wyngling walk on air like the marvelous Rhysand does! So hold on to your hats folks, because the sky is about to meet it's new master!" Bazzy spun around and pointed to Rhys, who was staring out at a whispering crowd with something like nerves. Bazzy fought back a gulp. Please tell me I made the right choice. C'mon Rhysand, get jumping!

Rhysand looked at Bazzy, who urged him on wordlessly with sparkling eyes. Rhys nodded before doing a test flip, kicking off the cobblestone and twisting a couple times in the air before landing on his feet like a coatala. The two braced themselves for the first reaction.

"Oooh!" A young little wyngling perked in interest. The rest of the crowd was smiling.

Rhysand kept going, jumping more and more, twisting and turning, until he had wyngrew chirping at his fun little tricks and some more stopping to see what had everyone's attention. Someone even put a couple of coins into their bowl, which really bolstered his confidence.

Soon Rhysand was leaping up off the fountain, spring-boarding off of benches, owning the little space that he and Bazzy had claimed as their own for the afternoon. The adults were genuinely entertained, not just smiling and nodding because they were children. More and more coins were dropped into their bowl, but even better, everyone looked happy. Bazzy's grin stretched from ear to ear. If this was what having a circus was like, he never wanted to do anything else. This was absolutely magical, and they weren't even a real circus yet!

The finale really sold it. Bazzy held out his claws, winking at Rhysand. The other boy, hair tousled by the breeze and looking even more alive then when Bazzy had seen him leaping across the rooftops, smirked before running towards him. He jumped, boosted by Bazzy's hands, and soared into the air, posing majestically before somersaulting to the ground, landing with a flourish.

The crowd applauded, a genuine applause that made Bazzy's heart soar even higher than Rhysand did. Rhysand panted before turning to Bazzy with a huge smile. "Bazzy. We just did that."

Bazzy looked back at the cheering crowd. His eyes were a little wet. This was real.

"Yeah. Yeah, we did."
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Go to Disneyland boys, you two earned it

Roselyne belongs to
Koda belongs to

MAX WYNS

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"You're sure that this isn't going to be a complete bust?"

Bazzy couldn't find it in him to be annoyed, even though Rhysand had asked that question several times this afternoon as the two set up for their first performance in the busiest part of town. Bazzy's little sign was as professionally finger-painted as he could get it- "Bazzy's Bouncy Bonanza-cal Circus, starring Rhysand, the flying wyngling! No fee to watch, but tips are aprishiated!" (He would have asked Alice to help him spell everything correctly, but she would have flipped if she heard Rhysand was, well, doing flips).

"It'll be just fine, my good man! Er, kid." Bazzy assured him, "We've been practicing all week! Your flips are basic, but eye-catching, and that's just what we need! We don't wanna give away our best tricks before we even get a tent, do we?"

"No..." Rhysand said, stretching out. He couldn't really stretch his back out with the cape on, so Bazzy held it up for him as he limbered up, his spine trembling as he did. Bazzy would never show it, but he was admittedly a little worried about what would happen if Rhysand hurt himself while they were performing. If he did, they were both done. Alma would never let Rhysand out of her sight again and Bazzy would be the one responsible. There was a lot of trust they were both putting in each other for only having known each other for about a week.

But his circus was right there. He could just see it. He had to try to make it a reality. "Ready?"

Rhysand nodded, his tail waving as his expression turned determined. "Ready."

Bazzy made sure their little tip bowl was in place before taking a deep breath. "Ladies, gentlemen, noble wyngrew of all walks of life, step right up, step right up!" Bazzy's voice rang out, drawing some attention, "Have any of you ever seen a wyngling so graceful in the air, turning so effortlessly, you would almost think he's flying? Step right up and feast your eyes, for I, Basilton Bartholomew, and my lovely acrobat Rhysand, have a show for you so grand that you'll be dragging your parents, your children, even your runeboos to see it!"

Bazzy recognized a few nooklings that he had entertained in the past in the small group that had stopped, but he also saw a few adults who had stopped to humor him, and that was what he wanted most. Grown-ups with friends and jobs that they could go talking about his show to. Perfect.

"I tell you, you've never seen a wyngling walk on air like the marvelous Rhysand does! So hold on to your hats folks, because the sky is about to meet it's new master!" Bazzy spun around and pointed to Rhys, who was staring out at a whispering crowd with something like nerves. Bazzy fought back a gulp. Please tell me I made the right choice. C'mon Rhysand, get jumping!

Rhysand looked at Bazzy, who urged him on wordlessly with sparkling eyes. Rhys nodded before doing a test flip, kicking off the cobblestone and twisting a couple times in the air before landing on his feet like a coatala. The two braced themselves for the first reaction.

"Oooh!" A young little wyngling perked in interest. The rest of the crowd was smiling.

Rhysand kept going, jumping more and more, twisting and turning, until he had wyngrew chirping at his fun little tricks and some more stopping to see what had everyone's attention. Someone even put a couple of coins into their bowl, which really bolstered his confidence.

Soon Rhysand was leaping up off the fountain, spring-boarding off of benches, owning the little space that he and Bazzy had claimed as their own for the afternoon. The adults were genuinely entertained, not just smiling and nodding because they were children. More and more coins were dropped into their bowl, but even better, everyone looked happy. Bazzy's grin stretched from ear to ear. If this was what having a circus was like, he never wanted to do anything else. This was absolutely magical, and they weren't even a real circus yet!

The finale really sold it. Bazzy held out his claws, winking at Rhysand. The other boy, hair tousled by the breeze and looking even more alive then when Bazzy had seen him leaping across the rooftops, smirked before running towards him. He jumped, boosted by Bazzy's hands, and soared into the air, posing majestically before somersaulting to the ground, landing with a flourish.

The crowd applauded, a genuine applause that made Bazzy's heart soar even higher than Rhysand did. Rhysand panted before turning to Bazzy with a huge smile. "Bazzy. We just did that."

Bazzy looked back at the cheering crowd. His eyes were a little wet. This was real.

"Yeah. Yeah, we did."
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Go to Disneyland boys, you two earned it

Roselyne belongs to
Koda belongs to

MAX WYNS