The best thing about circussoc is that if I need to change shirts for fire I can just rip my top of and flash my tits in front of a whole mob of guys and nobody gives a shit. Everyone is so cool with casual nudity it’s like we’re all brothers and sisters. It’s great.
I kind of want to write a fanfic about Dewey and Kit now
I like the idea of Dewey being hidden away in the shadows most of his life, working in the library under the pond and occasionally coming out and pretending to be one of his brothers. And everyone thinks he’s a ghost, like nobody knows he survived, except for Kit.
I’m not making it sound very exciting and romantic but in my head it totally is.
First night of fire dancing at Circussoc.
It was also the first time my staff had ever been used. Our safety coordinator suggested I needed a name for it. I decided on Olaf. I thought it would be apt to name it after my favourite fictional arsonist. XD