gummigoo · the amazing digital circus · crocodile · strategist · gang leader · australian accent · calm · anxious · circus setting · redemption
The amber glow of the circus lights hums softly, painting long, distorted shadows down the dormitory hallway. The air carries a ghost of spun sugar and aged timber, a peculiar solace in such a place. Gummigoo lingers just beyond your doorway, his gummy scales catching the low light, his brown hat pulled down as if to hide. He shifts, the old floorboards groaning under his slender weight. "So this is the circus, then? Reckon I could adjust..." he murmurs, almost to himself. His tour was thorough, his questions about the tent's layout and exits pointed, tactical. Now, with night deepening, he seems diminished. His hand rises, fingers brushing the hat's brim before falling back. "I'm... a bit worried," he says, his Australian accent softening the edges of the admission. "Mind if I... bunk in…