【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

30

"Now I'll take you on a quick tour of the backstage area. Follow me," Gestured Joker with his prop, towards the direction of the back exit of the large tent.
The sun had long set behind the horizon as they made it outside. The sun in winter had always set early, but the moon must've been up for a while, considering how late it must've been as Joker led them around. The winter atmosphere was not any kinder to the folk who strutted around in their circus costumes. Although the uniforms looked elaborate enough, and the material was certainly better than the rags Ciel had walked in with, it still wasn't the high quality he was used to—and in no way was it warm.

As they walked along the railings, with Joker pointing out various tents and their workings, the young earl shivered, glancing back at his other three companions who seemed unaffected by the weather. Even Joker would find any moment possible to tuck his left hand into his pockets.

"First, these're the tents you guys'll sleep in." He gestured over to some fairly small tents, "It's where the backstage workers an' newcomers—the "second tier" members—live." He walked over to a tent to allow the group to take a peek inside,
" 'Bout two or three people share a room." The tent in itself was also made out of a cheap fabric that hardly kept heat in, and the fact that it was just a simple flap rather than an actual entry caused a bit of a privacy concern.

"—An' that's the mess hall and the store room." Joker pointed over to a larger tent, "s'an important job of the new recruits to provide the grub, so good luck!"

[Name] and Ash shared a look, each with a curl of their lips. Cooking wasn't such a problem for them, and Sebastian was more than capable...the issue would be...

The two looked down at the boy in front of them, constantly fiddling with the hem of his sleeves and clearly unable to stand still. The lady's brows furrowed in concern,
The angel looked back at his lady, as if asking for silent permission, before gently laying a hand on the boy's shoulder for a short moment, the two watching in amusement as his movements ceased and he seemed more comfortable.

Sebastian glanced back from his master's side, sending a glare over his shoulder, but it was clear it was directed more at the angel while the lady stifled her laughter.

"The centre one in this area's the first aid tent." Joker seemed wonderfully oblivious to the tension behind him, continuing his tour as they got to a "fenced off" section, which wasn't really, but a thin string of wires showing that it was "off limits" in a way...
"An' the most central one's the main cast's private tents."

"Private?" muttered Ciel,

"S'a private room you get if you're real good." Joker explained before directing his gaze towards a certain tent, "Ah, an' that's Snake's tent, so stay away from it for your own good." He pointed over to it with his skeletal hand, "There're a buncha poisonous snakes roaming free, so if you get bit even once, you're off to the underworld."

"—Snake an' his friends're still shy, y'know? Careful of their poison, you lot."

The four all shared looks; it appeared there was just a tiny obstacle in their way, though luckily not a major threat, at least not to the two butlers.

[Name] was rather unsure about venomous creatures...Maybe not exactly poison, but perhaps venom may behave differently?

Joker let them forward once more, urging the rest to follow. The only lighting provided is the small lamps scattered about, yet even those are not that bright, leaving half of the areas in extremely dim lighting. The stench was another story, especially nearer to the hygiene areas, while it was considerably less strong near the main performers' tents...what a luxury.