You glance around as yet another troll makes his way out of the back area, a couple of clubs in his hands. He isn't what you imagined clowns to be like, his face paint something that was simply white and gray. You watch as he threw up the clubs that were in his hands, juggling them in a pattern that you couldn't follow though it was not a simple circle like you had thought most clowns used.
You watch, interested as he let the clubs fall, making sure to not get hit by them before walking over to a unicycle and jump on it, keeping his arms out to the side for balance.
You watch as he pedals over to the Karkat, who is holding a green pie in his hands. The troll on the unicycle takes it from the second troll, grinning as Karkat backs away. "What the fuck are you planning on doing with that Gamzee?" He growls.
Gamzee honks a horn, causing someone to jump behind you. You glance over, seeing that it was your friend. Though they seemed to look a bit different. This whole thing seems familiar to you in fact, though you can't place why it does.
You return your gaze to the act right as Gamzee throws the pie in Karkat's face, letting out a honk when it hits as he laughs, falling off the unicycle in a fit of laughter before he stands, turning to look around at the audience. "Do you think this motherfucker looks great with sopor slime pie all over him? Green just suits his motherfucking color."
The clown lets out another honk, though you puzzle over what he means about the pie, but you decide to let it pass as he picks the clubs back up.
He turns to Karkat, offering a hand to help him up with a smile. "Come on my palest of best bros, you know its all meant as a jest." Gamzee said as Karkat grunts, picking himself up.
"Just get on with your act," Karkat growls, shaking his head at Gamzee. "Though I suppose you want me to get you another pie?"
"If you don't mind best bro," Gamzee says, mindlessly tossing the clubs up into the air and catching them with ease.
You find it unnerving that he doesn't watch the clubs being thrown up into the air and being caught. You shake your head for a moment to clear it, glancing away as you see Karkat bring out another pie.
You note that he had cleaned up the pie from his face, making himself presentable as he turns to give Gamzee the pie. "Here, and don't throw it at anyone," Karkat growls before walking out of the ring.
Gamzee smiles, pulling out a few pieces of string and attaching them to specific places on the pie tin, turning to spin it on the strong. He picks up speed as he turns it on the string before he lets it fall, catching it. "Who would like to see me juggle the pie and the clubs?"
You here several people say yes as you nod yourself. You watch as the clown tosses the pie up into the air with the clubs and laugh as it falls on his head with ease. You shake your head as the clown pulls the tin off, wiping pie out of his hair. You are quite amused that it had happened to land between his horns and that none of the pie seems to have gotten on his purple shirt and pants, though it was on his face.
He tosses the now empty pan up into the air, going back to juggling. There was a rhythm from the clown that you didn't understand but it relaxed you and find it strangely peaceful.
The clown smiles, allowing the clubs to fall to the ground. He picks up a third pie, pulling Karkat into the ring and making a motion for Karkat to throw the pie at him.
The Ringmaster mutters something under his breath but complies and throws the pie at Gamzee's face. Several of the others laugh, but you find it sad as Gamzee takes a bow, turning and leaving the area.
"Gamzee Makara, the clown! Next we have the Magician Eridan Ampora." Karkat called, turning to follow Gamzee off stage.