While chatting and laughing with each other upon going through the city farting as usual led Pyra, Amber, and Alear closer to the circus while Mythra kept getting her ripping dumbass into trouble.
"Is she like your sister?" Amber asked upon firing her arrows while bending over and farting. "She sure seems like the type!"
"Well not exactly." Pyra nervously spoke upon rubbing the back of her head while fanning her farts that caused flames to spread around. "We're separate halves of 1 idiot."
"Gee that sound complicated." Alear pointed out upon brushing her vibrant hair back that kept getting in front of her because of her poots. "I couldn't imagine living like that."
"Oh you get-" Pyra attempted to say suddenly changing into Mythra while she continued farting. "...used to it. Now I just need a way to stop this methane...!"