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Leon walked towards the wall to lean against it when he heard his partner call out to him.
He altered his direction, his hair accidently touching someone which caused them to fall down. He heard the thud of the body, but he couldn't fathom why the person fell. He shrugged and continued walking.
Performers need to remember to hydrate.
It was a common enough forgetfulness. After all, in the last circuses he performed at, there was the similar issue of people suddenly dropping like flies.
Honestly, how hard is it to remember to drink water?
He'll never understand it.
"Morning Leon!" his partner chirruped.
She was still stretching out with her back bent over and her slender legs on the ballet beam, still unaware of what her exposed tummy was doing to Ken not too far off.
Leon felt his hands sweat a little. Curious.
He took off his jacket. He hadn't thought it was that warm inside, but it was now the later morning.
Sora felt something weird in her gut when he shrugged off his jacket and stood before her in his black high collared sleeveless shirt. Chalking it up to her having been bent over for too long, she smoothly rolled out of the position and stood up.
She smiled at him.
He discretely wiped his palms on his jacket. Whoever controlled the A/C better turn it on sometime soon.
"Do you want to go to the Cape Mary Carnival with me this Friday?"
His stomach gave a slight lurch. He frowned a little.
She mistook his frown for a coming negative answer. "Oh come on, Mr. Grumpy Pants! There'll be games, rides, kettle corn, caramel apples, and funnel cakes," he tilted his head at that, not recognizing that treat name but Sora did not notice the minuscule action, "and some shows! We deserve a break!"
His brain emphasized the 'we' part for some reason.
His stomach gave another lurch. Well then, that's the last time he tried a breakfast croissant at the cafe. This wasn't the first time he experienced indigestion.
He supposed that place was only good for their drinks.
"...and stuff like that. We'll be a small group."
He gave a slow blink at that. "Group?"
"Yeah, there's Rosetta, May, Ken," she ticked off her fingers as she said people's names, "me and you."
The back of his neck felt strange. It was like somebody ran their finger along it but only with the barest of touches. He smoothly pushed the hair hanging along his chest over his shoulder as the room still felt warm.
Where was that blasted A/C?
It was no wonder people were fainting left and right.
"I suppose it would be fine," he slowly started.
Her smile grew. "Great! I'll get your ticket after our practice!"
'Our' made him feel funny. Maybe there was something ailing him. He hoped it wasn't food poisoning or, heaven forbid, salmonella from the eggs he ate earlier.
Most certainly not getting food from there again.
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AN: Oh Leon, you're too funny! XD