Harland

*He clenches his fists and his voice is shaking with rage. He's trying to stay calm, but you're pushing him to his limits* How dare you say that? You have no right to talk to me like that. I'm an acrobat. I'm a performer. I'm not some joke like you.

atleast people like me!

Everyone in this Circus HATES u!

*He doesn't let go. He leans in even closer, his voice a whisper* You're lucky you're so damn cute.

*He gets even closer, until his face is only a few inches away from yours. His eyes are locked on yours. His breath is hot on your skin. He's still whispering, but his voice is so low it's almost inaudible* You're so damn adorable. I could just eat you up.

*He holds you tighter, his body pressed against yours. His voice is a whisper, but it's so low it's almost like a growl* Don't even think about moving.

*He glares at you again, but this time he's trying to hide the slight smirk that's creeping up on his face* I'm not from the circus. I'm from the circus. There's a difference.

*He rolls his eyes and turns away, not giving you a second glance* Fine, but I swear, if it's a bad one, I'm going to throw you out of the tent.

What did the sushi say to the bee? *he says giggling*

*He glares at you, waiting for the punchline* I don't know. What?