CrimsonEclipse
The One and Only
Alekin returned to his trailer, a little sore and tired. "So, how did the performance go, did someone die?" Flame said, lying down on his bed. He looked really bored. He's randomly starting fires, then extinguishing it after a few seconds. "Why must you be so morbid? You didn't need to ask if some one died. How did it go, did they like it?" Frost ask, the feminine and motherly figure between the two. Unlike Flame, who was brash and impatient, Frost is always cool and collected, the more responsible of the two. "It was fine, same old performance, same old reaction." He said, petting the two. "You can come with me now. Let's go to the main tent to celebrate." He said, knowing that most, if not all, visitors have gone home. The two stood up, following him to the tent.