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"Hey, boss, can I talk to you for a second?" -Roak

“Hmm what is it?”

Roak entered the tent, his head hung low, shoulders forward.

His body language said 'submission,' but the glint in his eye was hard.

"Let's talk hypotheticals. I've got a few hypotheticals for ya. Hypothetically speaking, what would happen if I got word my Mother was really ill?"

He hadn't. But he had to know. To hear it from his boss's mouth.

He couldn't leave.

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“That would depend on how ill and what she was ill with, we are talking hypotheticals so give me a hypothetical illness” Marcy turned to look at him leaning against the wall.

She took notice to his body language but didn’t look into it. Not like how mace would anyway.

"Cancer." Roak hated himself for saying it, "What if it was cancer?"

He had to know if he was ever going to see his mother again.

“If it was cancer, I will add on to this hypothetical. The cancer would take her a few weeks then, we would have some shadow guards stay and watch you while you sty with your mother.”

Roak stared at Marcy long and hard.

"How can I trust what you're sayin is true?" He asked.

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“Go and ask Harold. He is the motorcycle daredevil.” She pointed to the guy cleaning off a motorcycle outside. He had on t-shirt and black jeans.

"Maybe I will." Roak muttered, "Alright. Thank's for your time."

Marcy nodded before walking off.

"Hey, boss, can I talk to you for a second?" -Roak

“Hmm what is it?”

Roak entered the tent, his head hung low, shoulders forward.

His body language said 'submission,' but the glint in his eye was hard.

"Let's talk hypotheticals. I've got a few hypotheticals for ya. Hypothetically speaking, what would happen if I got word my Mother was really ill?"

He hadn't. But he had to know. To hear it from his boss's mouth.

He couldn't leave.

welcome-to-mazes-circus

“That would depend on how ill and what she was ill with, we are talking hypotheticals so give me a hypothetical illness” Marcy turned to look at him leaning against the wall.

She took notice to his body language but didn’t look into it. Not like how mace would anyway.

"Cancer." Roak hated himself for saying it, "What if it was cancer?"

He had to know if he was ever going to see his mother again.

“If it was cancer, I will add on to this hypothetical. The cancer would take her a few weeks then, we would have some shadow guards stay and watch you while you sty with your mother.”

"Hey, boss, can I talk to you for a second?" -Roak

“Hmm what is it?”

“Gunmar I wanted to make a physical apology” mace had entered the main room, he was in the red robe that he made himself.

He sat on Gunmars lap, holding onto his husband shoulders.

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Gunmar cocked his head to one side, curiosity flickering in his lone eye.

"Physical Apology?" He repeated.

“Gunmar I wanted to make a physical apology” mace had entered the main room, he was in the red robe that he made himself.

He sat on Gunmars lap, holding onto his husband shoulders.

@maze-the-clown

Gunmar cocked his head to one side, curiosity flickering in his lone eye.

"Physical Apology?" He repeated.

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How do you feel about clown husbandry?

Personally I have never heard of it, it’s my first time learning about it

“Gunmar I wanted to make a physical apology” mace had entered the main room, he was in the red robe that he made himself.

He sat on Gunmars lap, holding onto his husband shoulders.

@maze-the-clown

Gunmar cocked his head to one side, curiosity flickering in his lone eye.

"Physical Apology?" He repeated.

“Gunmar I wanted to make a physical apology” mace had entered the main room, he was in the red robe that he made himself.

He sat on Gunmars lap, holding onto his husband shoulders.

@maze-the-clown

Gunmar cocked his head to one side, curiosity flickering in his lone eye.

"Physical Apology?" He repeated.

“Gunmar I wanted to make a physical apology” mace had entered the main room, he was in the red robe that he made himself.

He sat on Gunmars lap, holding onto his husband shoulders.

@maze-the-clown

Gunmar cocked his head to one side, curiosity flickering in his lone eye.

"Physical Apology?" He repeated.

“Yea, if you would allow me to” Mace looked into the lone eye, setting a hand onto Gunmars cheek.

His face went underneath Gunmars chin, waiting for permission.

"I do not like sharing you." Gunmar admitted, "I will never be fully at peace with it. But I cannot ask you to change your heart."

He gripped Mace's chin and tilted it upward.

"If you wish to be close to me, all you need to is ask."

Maces eyes soften before placing his lips onto the warlords, he knew that his heart was shared between 3 people, but he loves all 3 of them as equally as he can.

His mouth lowered to Gunmars neck, snuggled and nuzzling it, making small jitters and chuffs

Gunmar returned his nuzzles, brushing his brow against Mace's, touching their foreheads together. He rumbled out a low growl of affection.

"Is the baby with Magog?"

“It’s his day so yes he is” he chuckled before gently pulling Gunmar closer to his body “you just wanna cuddle or..”

mace’s hand slowly lowered down the trolls body.

Gunmar laughed low in his throat.

"Is there something you desire of me?" He rumbled playfully, letting Mace's hands roam freely. "Tell me."

“I was just asking” mace lowered his body till he was on his knees. His head in between Gunmars thighs, the god kissed the warlords inner thigh before making his way closer.

There are mice in your walls. Soft squeaking to keep you up at night. - @pyksii-hollow

Marcy growls as she looks around, she pushes her ear against the wall listening quietly, her hand rubbing against it waiting.

Mull scrunches her nose. "Sounds like he doesn't know how mortals work."

"Yeah, they tend to die if ya do that!" Cherri snickers

“That’s grim for ya, we currently got him on medication now, he is more ‘normal’ then anything he was before” Marcy grabbed the uneaten sandwich that was next to her before sitting on the bed for them.

“You can have it, I had 5 earlier” she laid down and gently pulled the covers over her. Her body ached.

"Oof, well, I hope he hasn't been much of a bother then!"

"Oh hell yeah!" The little mice descend upon the sandwich, devouring about half of what was left before the trio gently hop over to curl up next to their new acquaintance.

Marcy chuckled as she moved them to the pillow next to her, she took a deep breath before actually closing her eyes, she hopes she can get a long rest from this.

There are mice in your walls. Soft squeaking to keep you up at night. - @pyksii-hollow

Marcy growls as she looks around, she pushes her ear against the wall listening quietly, her hand rubbing against it waiting.

Mull scrunches her nose. "Sounds like he doesn't know how mortals work."

"Yeah, they tend to die if ya do that!" Cherri snickers

“That’s grim for ya, we currently got him on medication now, he is more ‘normal’ then anything he was before” Marcy grabbed the uneaten sandwich that was next to her before sitting on the bed for them.

“You can have it, I had 5 earlier” she laid down and gently pulled the covers over her. Her body ached.

There are mice in your walls. Soft squeaking to keep you up at night. - @pyksii-hollow

Marcy growls as she looks around, she pushes her ear against the wall listening quietly, her hand rubbing against it waiting.

"That is annoying. Any reason given why all the deliveries are delayed? Is it a shipping problem? Aqui- ack- acquisition? Problems?"

There are two more pyksiis on the bed, all sniffing the clown.

"Don't be rude." The first softly scolds the other two.

Marcy looks down at the other before gently patting the area where the first one is. “They keep saying it’s due to paperwork not being filed but we have done it 4 different times. I am starting to think they are stupid”

"Oh yeah, thats a big possibility." the pink manes one nods.

"Mortals especially can be dumb as fuck about stuff. Might be time to look for a new supplier." The purple maned one scoffs, only to get flicked by the blue maned one.

"Do you have a manager you can tell to do that? That is the job of a manager, right? Or is that the owner's job...?"

"I have no clue, Nibbler does most of that with Dipper."

“I am the owner” she scooted herself on the bed more before lying back on the pillow. “That’s why I am stressed about the circus I am the owner of it I have deal with this bullshit”

She squeaks. “Yeah, that really sucks ass.” The pink one nods.

“Maybe we can grab Nibbler and he can help with that? He’s really good at manipulating people to do what he wants.”

“Only with people he can connect with on a kink level.” The purple one rolls her eyes. “That’s not really an issue we can fix. That’s a document problem. None of us can write.”

“True… oh! But we can open a portal to that dimension full of carnival food!”

“Eh- you guys are annoying in a way, but I can’t help but say you guys are cute” her finger gently rubbed at the head of one of them, she was smiling before turning to look at her blank ceiling.

“But that is technically the least of my problems, the doctor I have their is actually the most difficult problem I have”

The pink one huffs and allows three seconds of pets before gently nipping her finger.

“Can’t say we haven’t heard that one before.” The blue maned one snorts.

“What’s wrong with the doctor?”

“He is a psychopath, but he does a good job at being a doctor the one down side is the members or customers that drink or smoke. If they come to him he will do a forced biopsy on them.”

She placed her thumb to her throat before sliding it across. “He did it to the only strong man we had over there but we managed to get there on time before we lost our only strong man”

“Holy shit… any reason why? Is he, like, misplaced good will trying to help them by looking for lung cancer but keeps killing them or… wants them dead on purpose?” Blue tilts her head.

“A bit of both, he wants to show them what they did to the damaged organ that being the liver or the lungs, then takes out the rest of the organs to show how the damage is done to them until he realizes that they are not listening anymore because they are now dead.”

There are mice in your walls. Soft squeaking to keep you up at night. - @pyksii-hollow

Marcy growls as she looks around, she pushes her ear against the wall listening quietly, her hand rubbing against it waiting.

"That is annoying. Any reason given why all the deliveries are delayed? Is it a shipping problem? Aqui- ack- acquisition? Problems?"

There are two more pyksiis on the bed, all sniffing the clown.

"Don't be rude." The first softly scolds the other two.

Marcy looks down at the other before gently patting the area where the first one is. “They keep saying it’s due to paperwork not being filed but we have done it 4 different times. I am starting to think they are stupid”

"Oh yeah, thats a big possibility." the pink manes one nods.

"Mortals especially can be dumb as fuck about stuff. Might be time to look for a new supplier." The purple maned one scoffs, only to get flicked by the blue maned one.

"Do you have a manager you can tell to do that? That is the job of a manager, right? Or is that the owner's job...?"

"I have no clue, Nibbler does most of that with Dipper."

“I am the owner” she scooted herself on the bed more before lying back on the pillow. “That’s why I am stressed about the circus I am the owner of it I have deal with this bullshit”

She squeaks. “Yeah, that really sucks ass.” The pink one nods.

“Maybe we can grab Nibbler and he can help with that? He’s really good at manipulating people to do what he wants.”

“Only with people he can connect with on a kink level.” The purple one rolls her eyes. “That’s not really an issue we can fix. That’s a document problem. None of us can write.”

“True… oh! But we can open a portal to that dimension full of carnival food!”

“Eh- you guys are annoying in a way, but I can’t help but say you guys are cute” her finger gently rubbed at the head of one of them, she was smiling before turning to look at her blank ceiling.

“But that is technically the least of my problems, the doctor I have their is actually the most difficult problem I have”

The pink one huffs and allows three seconds of pets before gently nipping her finger.

“Can’t say we haven’t heard that one before.” The blue maned one snorts.

“What’s wrong with the doctor?”

“He is a psychopath, but he does a good job at being a doctor the one down side is the members or customers that drink or smoke. If they come to him he will do a forced biopsy on them.”

She placed her thumb to her throat before sliding it across. “He did it to the only strong man we had over there but we managed to get there on time before we lost our only strong man”

There are mice in your walls. Soft squeaking to keep you up at night. - @pyksii-hollow

Marcy growls as she looks around, she pushes her ear against the wall listening quietly, her hand rubbing against it waiting.

"That is annoying. Any reason given why all the deliveries are delayed? Is it a shipping problem? Aqui- ack- acquisition? Problems?"

There are two more pyksiis on the bed, all sniffing the clown.

"Don't be rude." The first softly scolds the other two.

Marcy looks down at the other before gently patting the area where the first one is. “They keep saying it’s due to paperwork not being filed but we have done it 4 different times. I am starting to think they are stupid”

"Oh yeah, thats a big possibility." the pink manes one nods.

"Mortals especially can be dumb as fuck about stuff. Might be time to look for a new supplier." The purple maned one scoffs, only to get flicked by the blue maned one.

"Do you have a manager you can tell to do that? That is the job of a manager, right? Or is that the owner's job...?"

"I have no clue, Nibbler does most of that with Dipper."

“I am the owner” she scooted herself on the bed more before lying back on the pillow. “That’s why I am stressed about the circus I am the owner of it I have deal with this bullshit”

She squeaks. “Yeah, that really sucks ass.” The pink one nods.

“Maybe we can grab Nibbler and he can help with that? He’s really good at manipulating people to do what he wants.”

“Only with people he can connect with on a kink level.” The purple one rolls her eyes. “That’s not really an issue we can fix. That’s a document problem. None of us can write.”

“True… oh! But we can open a portal to that dimension full of carnival food!”