"I see." With a statement like that engraved in it, it must be. He wonders who has the matching one.
Perhaps he could have made friends with the other performers, but there were few he considered of high enough statues to interact with, by rank (Ringmaster and guests above all) and by species. That he could recognize; anyway. Kubo found it below his dignity to speak anything besides dismissals, calls, and commands to the slaves. Along this, circus off-times (of which there were few) were often spent resting alone or practicing. Cleaning and tending were for the menials.
No, he did not have time for friends. Though the thought is nice.
The locket is snatched and he lets it be. It belongs to him. Far be it from him to steal.
"You must have somewhere to get back to," he hums. "Go. I will waste no mire of your time." He turns around, hefting his instrument again--presumably to clean up the flower debris. There is plenty of time until the next show, but he would rather this place be clean by then.
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"I see." With a statement like that engraved in it, it must be. He wonders who has the matching one.
Perhaps he could have made friends with the other performers, but there were few he considered of high enough statues to interact with, by rank (Ringmaster and guests above all) and by species. That he could recognize; anyway. Kubo found it below his dignity to speak anything besides dismissals, calls, and commands to the slaves. Along this, circus off-times (of which there were few) were often spent resting alone or practicing. Cleaning and tending were for the menials.
No, he did not have time for friends. Though the thought is nice.
The locket is snatched and he lets it be. It belongs to him. Far be it from him to steal.
"You must have somewhere to get back to," he hums. "Go. I will waste no mire of your time." He turns around, hefting his instrument again--presumably to clean up the flower debris. There is plenty of time until the next show, but he would rather this place be clean by then.