Seating Area - 11:30pm - Rose & Artair
True, human-shaped would but he had his dignity. Being pink and fleshy sometimes felt like a step down. But what could he do? He had made his decision. Artair looked pleased with her quiet quote for he found it very true. "Alas, they are so small that if I damage them too much in their natural forms, they will not be able to do their work in their human forms and that would be a breach of contract." As much as Artair hated following the rules of others, he wanted to stay with the circus for now.
"Rose," he purred, "A beautiful name though it hardly equals your beauty, my lady." The end of his tail flicked back and forth, revealing just how pleased he was with himself and pleased at his chance to flirt. "Perhaps you could be so kind as to explain to me what, precisely, a 'bandaid' is. I am not familiar with this word." He knew what the Bandaid Station was, the place where the healers work, so he assumed it had something to do with healing. But what, he had no idea.