Despite not having been a part of the circus for as long as Isla, Kit knew the importance of putting on a good show. He knew that practice was essential if they were all to get better, especially given the changing times and altering expectations of their human patrons, who always seemed to want more. It was why, even though he was a master of his craft by now, he liked to put in the practice hours to ensure that his audiences were left almost as breathless as he himself was.
As soon as the sun set and it was safe to venture outside, Kit made his way to The Hanged Man, which has quickly become something of a second home to him upon arriving. Pulling back the tent flap, he glanced around and smiled to himself upon seeing it empty. Or, well, mostly empty. His eyes travelled upwards as a slight sound, that of air softly whooshing, met his ears and a grin split on his face as he watched the other vampire effortlessly balancing on the wire.
"Isla-la-la-la."
The echo, as expected, reverberated off the canvas surrounding them and Kit, despite having the utmost confidence in Isla's skills, moved with his vampire speed underneath the high wire in case she somehow managed to slip from surprise.