[Well, to say that Heather hadn't been lowkey aware of the poor ringmaster being her audience for AWHILE would be inaccurate, but she had sort of. Let her guard down. A little.]
[Enough that when he starts to fucking sing, she actually jumps, before slowly turning her head, a look of brief, bald-faced panic on her face. What? HOW THE. WHAT. NO WAY HE CAN'T KNOW.]
... yeah, uh.
I kind of. Gave your boss a minor concussion by accident.
[MAYBE IF SHE TALKS LIKE NORMAL REAL QUICK, IT WON'T BE TOTALLY OBVIOUS THAT JOKER'S HUNCH WAS CORRECT.]
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[Enough that when he starts to fucking sing, she actually jumps, before slowly turning her head, a look of brief, bald-faced panic on her face. What? HOW THE. WHAT. NO WAY HE CAN'T KNOW.]
... yeah, uh.
I kind of. Gave your boss a minor concussion by accident.
[MAYBE IF SHE TALKS LIKE NORMAL REAL QUICK, IT WON'T BE TOTALLY OBVIOUS THAT JOKER'S HUNCH WAS CORRECT.]
[
No, Heather. There's no saving this.]