The Blood Circus Puppets pov.

Diddly dooooo ~insert chapter name~

I was pacing my room, waiting for my tea to cool down.

I just witnessed a robbery.

I just stopped a robbery.

I just punched a cop.

I am now wanted in 52 states.

Fuck.

I fell into my bed, laughing into my pillow. I don't know why. I'm mental.

This has been a pretty awful day, but, oh why not just laugh about it.

I walked outside grabbing a cup of tea, the circus was scattered around the tent doing chores.

"Puppet!" Chaya yelled at me. I sighed a said.

"What do you want?!"

"We need help cleaning and setting up for the show tonight, so grab a brume and help out."

"You can't tell me what to do!" I said.

"Yes I can, cause I'm the boss." she shot back hotly.

"Yes, but I am older," I informed her.

"Yeah but I look older!" she shot back.

"Correction, your taller, I most defiantly look older."

"And what the hell is that suppose to mean?" her face redden, from anger, or maybe embarrassment.

"I mean, that I actually have boobs." I told her flatly.

Her face was now defiantly red from embarrassment. "Stop embarrassing yourself, and do some work!"

"Take your own advice," I chuckled, "you look like a tomato."

Her face turned impossibly red, and she stomped of to clean more of the circus.

I laughed harder, as Damian walked up to me.

"Give her a break Puppet." She chided.

"Maybe someday, Damian," I told her, taking a sip of tea, "oh, Damian, you know I'm wanted in 52 states now."

She nodded, and said sarcastically, "what a accomplishment."

"Well, I'm lazy and, and don't feel like anything so I'm going back in my tent," I told her, I kissed my hand and tapped her face, and walked into my tent, to see Carly going through my stuff.

"What the hell are you doing?" I sighed at her.

She shot around, she was wearing her stage outfit. Which was lingerie, fish net tights, 10 inch heals, and drag-queen makeup.

"Mph" she managed to said with a full mouth.

"Are you stealing my cookies?" I asked, astonished.

She blushed a deep red, that you could see even through the thick blush she was wearing now.

"Get out of my room," I told her, in my 'what the fuck dude' voice.

She quickly ran out of my room, but stopped to pull my hair a little bit.

"Real mature," I yelled back at her, "stealing my cookies, then pull my hair!"

She didn't reply, but I did hear a little grunt, and a giggle. I brushed it off, she probably just bump into Jesse.

I lean against my table looking out of my enchanted window that can not be seen from the outside, but can within.

When the obsessive giggling from Carly and muttering from Jesse, got too freakishly annoying, I stomped outside, passed Poppy who fell asleep on the stage, to scold them.