Chance giggled when the snake bit Kodama, drawing blood.
"Oh it's so pretty!" she said. "Drip, drop, drip, drop!" she said in her sing-song voice. "Pretty ruby red blood!"
People edged away, looking horrified and disgusting with the two clowns.
Chance noticed Vol watching and giggled at his wink. She shook her bottom at him and licked her lips. Now that was a prime cut man. She wondered absently what his blood looked like...

Her attention was brought back to the crowd when a young man caught her attention. He was eyeing her with a measure of fear and lust. Chance grinned and skipped over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist. "You got something for me big boy?" she asked.
The boy chuckled nervously. Chance laughed and let go of his neck, tightening her legs around his waist and bent over, placing her hands on the ground. "I'm very flexible," she said. "Want me to show you just how flexible I can be?" she asked suggestively.
She unwrapped her legs and flipped over and over until she reached Kodama once again, leaning against his shoulder. Pressing a kiss to the snake, she stuck out her tongue and wiggled it a few times before giggling some more.
"When do we eat Kodama? I'm getting hungry," she said, her eyes flashing orange for a moment and her tongue moving over her teeth.

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Esme held on to her brother's hand tightly, almost afraid she was going to lose him. The crowd was starting to thin. Either they were at shows or perhaps they were leaving.

She wondered about the job he had given her. His assistant. It seemed fitting. She wanted to help. She wanted to be useful. But she couldn't help but feel that she had already disappointed him in some way. Given time maybe she would figure it out and not do it again.

She heard the noise of animals coming from one of the tents. She cocked her head, curious, but didn't stray from Hag. She wondered if she would ever feel comfortable enough to walk without Hag. 

Esme wondered where Mortimer was. So far he had been the only member of the carnival other then Hag that she had met. She wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting the clowns.
"Who should I meet first?" she asked. "After we meet everyone, may I lay down?"
She was sure ghosts didn't need sleep, but laying down sounded good. Laying down on a bed somewhere quiet, where she could rest...