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Berwald woke up just before sunrise. No one had disturbed his sleep this night, so he felt rather well-rested. Now he could start on the next part of his plan - finding the manager of the park and getting him to let him stay.

After a little stretching and making sure nothing and no one had managed to mess with his things without disturbing his sleep (improbable, but you never know), he made his way out of the bushes, leaving behind a white area that was glistening in the slivers of sunlight starting to shine through.

He was very pleased to see a white haired figure already manning the ticket office and quickly walked up close.

“‘scuse me, I’d like ta talk t’ the manager of th’ park. Can ya tell me where ta find ‘em?”

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“Klaus!” Josephine threw herself at the other, a squeal in her throat, “save me!” 

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The Grand Showcase Theater’s lights were dim– it had technically closed for the night hours ago. So Lili had changed into her usual clothing and intended to leave, but then she remembered she wanted to try a new routine before they took the nets down. She did a couple of stretches and climbed up the rungs to the trapeze. 

After completing a few leaps in preparation for her new trick, she decided she wasn’t quite ready for the new idea yet and it could be dangerous to try a new act after having performed all day, so rather than climbing down the rungs, she walked to the edge of the platform like it was a diving board, turned her back towards the open air, and fell backwards off the edge.

[thelonelypianist-blog1]

"Are you ever not sick"

The look Roderich gave Klaus was anything but amused. 

“There was, in fact, a time when I was not sick.” As if to spite him, he found his breath catching in his throat, and he covered his mouth with a handkerchief to muffle a short coughing fit.

“...This particular illness is just... stubborn, I’m afraid.”

[fiammina]

@eiinsam said: a tongue in cheek gift: a box of leftover tickets labelled "TRIPPING HAZARD" in familiar handwriting

Lorenzo had not expected to have a gift resting at his apartment door, nonetheless a box of tickets, though upon seeing the writing on it, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Che stronzetto.

He picked up the box and brought it inside, fully planning to find wherever the hell Klaus was and give it back, probably write his own cheeky thing on the box if he so desired. Which he did. He wrote his exact thoughts upon seeing it on it, ‘che stronzetto’, with a little angry face.

Also, a little ‘Why didn’t you put it on Gilbert’s doorstep? He might’ve tripped on it. Stupido’. Along with a sidenote of Gilbert’s room number, just for reference.

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“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

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“ i’m listening…”

Mykola flipped a coin up in the air and then caught it, pretending to look cooler than he was. “All I’m saying is that I could teach you a few sleight-of-hand tricks to gather more funds from the patrons buying your tickets. I don’t know if Arthur has you paying back debt or if you just sort of ended up here like a lot of us, but... you could make a killing.”