“Awe yeah! We’re playing defense!” Faris whooped after listening through Yulio’s directions. He wondered briefly why they couldn’t just kill the woman involved if they couldn’t cut her bonds, but didn’t question the ringleader’s decision. It wouldn’t affect him any in the end, and as long as he had his own job to do, he didn’t really care either. 

Faris smirked while he set Roger and Dodger back on the ground, where both of them began to shake like little alarm clocks. The sound of ripping bit the air briefly, and in the next second both the size of ostriches, though still just as chubby and thickly feathered. 

“You can ride Dodger if ya want, Barlow.” Faris called to the older carny while he himself climbed onto Roger’s back. The brown kiwi didn’t seem too enthralled with the boy pulling at his feathers to get on, but otherwise didn’t make much noise. 

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“Got it.” Barlow smirked after receiving his directions, thankful that he’d gotten one of the easier jobs. Dealing with tricksters was a bit harder than dealing with thugs, sure, but he’d never minded the challenge. He briefly sent a grin over to Thomas before responding to Faris’ invitation. 

“Thanks.” He responded happily while approaching the white kiwi. The bird didn’t mind Barlow any more than it minded its owner; he wondered if maybe it was because the kid had offered, or if it was because they really just didn’t mind him too much.