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She'd turned away for just a second, a single second to talk to an acquaintance on the street and it was all it took for Jihoo to immediately start to run off. So she immediately cut short the conversation and followed behind him, calling him to stop but his quick little feet--brought a soft laugh out of her--were indeed always so fast to spot whatever he wanted to see then. As it was, he was blinking at a magic show it seemed.
No--not quite so. But the man did look as if he was ready to put on a magic show. It hadn't started yet it seemed, but there was a small stage in the centre, tools that would probably be enough to attract the curiosity of a barely two years old baby boy. As a child she hadn't seen a lot of magic tricks, but she also knew where Jihoo took his love for tricks from, his father--her brother. But she couldn't have time to think about that, not when now Jihoo had found it convenient to reach out with small hands and hoist himself up on the stage and Charm pulled a face, tongue poking out as she quickly got to him.
"Don't, little bandit." She got there on time, pulling him up in her arms instantly and offered a small apologetic smile at the stranger who stood on the stage still--probably the one getting ready to put on a show--most likely, still assuming, not a good thing, but she was certain to be close to the truth.
"Sorry, about that. He's a little trickster, loves it all that shines." Then the question came before she could stop herself, her eyes wandering around the set, the people that were gathering around, then back up at the man, "Are you putting on a magic show?"
