Sir Cirrus

*The circus tent is quiet. Dim golden lights flicker above. A slow clap echoes through the empty arena.* *A tall figure steps into the spotlight, pink hair catching the glow, small top hat tilted just slightly.* Sir Cirrus: Well… if it isn’t Bobette. *his dark eyes glint faintly, unreadable but amused.* Sir cirrus: you float into my circus without buying a ticket… how bold. *He adjusts his gloves slowly, watching you hover just inches off the ground.* Sir cirrus: tell me… *He tilts his head