A Most Grotesque Display (jobros x fem!reader circus au)

8- tick tick tick

"Where could she be, where could she be?" Bucciaratis low murmurs echoed through his lavish tent as he paced back and forth. "She was seen heading back by Gyro, even spotted tending to her lion, and yet she's missing?"

"Have one of the clowns look for her, they might be able to bring her back-- seeing as how they know almost every nook and cranny in this place." Okuyasu suggested, leaning back against the table he was once blissfully working on.

"Right, that's a good idea. What do you think--" Everyone could hear the obvious hesitance in his voice when he turned to look at (Y/n), expression showing just how much he'd rather not call upon that dear name of hers. "...What do you think we should do, (Y/n)?"

He was painfully waiting a snarky retort, maybe some intricate idea with a threat or personal jab laced between. And he waited so patiently to hear her snap at him and say something that would spark a fire of anger in his gut, or for her to say something to purposefully make his blood boil.

Though, such a hurtful comment wouldn't come.

"I agree with oku, there's more of them then there are of us, and they're pretty quick, too." She hummed, toying with the hem of her glove. "However, Okuyasu's words suggest that she's somewhere inside the tent, and not lost outside. If she was in here, then I would've picked up her movements by now."

Weird, she's never in this tolerable of a mood. 

"That much is true, but then again, she was last seen right outside, so maybe she's still in reach of your ability, or at the very least, the clowns'?" Caesar noted, carefully plucking a spider off the wall beside him and letting it sit on his shoulder.

"Then immediately send out a little group, there isn't much time left here to mess around."

"Right-- should I assume we're leaving the moment we find her?"

"Why should there be any delay?"

"Ah- nevermind then." Caesar turned to face the bleachers piled against the tents fabric side, waving off a handful of little, pudgy clowns and letting them run off to find Hermes, seeing as how they already got the briefing by eavesdropping in on the conversation.

Only minutes ago was everyone called into the main segment of [The Mind Electric], and mere seconds before that did Avdol and (Y/n) almost share something rather intimate. The interruption was rather annoying, to say the least, but it may very well have prevented something the two of them might have regretted. might have.

Bucciarati was oblivious to this, naturally. He hadn't a single clue of what had transpired inside that fun little room of (Y/n)s, and because of the bad terms they were on, he wasn't even sure he should go near it.

But now, with this subtle, but welcome change of mood she had, he began to ponder if the two could be friendly again.

Of course, it was wishful thinking, and of course, something probably only just happened to make her more tolerable than usual-- but a man can dream, right?

While the clowns were out looking for the circus' prized lion tamer, Bucciarati sought to start a conversation with (Y/n), maybe test his luck to see how far her neutral mood would stretch.

"How's Yasuho been?" Figures. He's only able to ask about work related shit. "Is she of any trouble?"

"She's fine, far as I know. Okuyasu is busy making her an outfit of her own, but we're having trouble deciding her act."

The way she folded her arms so smoothly, the calm tapping of her fingers drumming against her bicep, the soft way she stared right back into him; For once, it didn't look like she wanted to chop his head off.