who Mona and Etienne what Tea Sampling ♡ when afternoon where tea room warnings none
The midway was somewhere Etienne did not often get the opportunity to visit—despite its allure and the atmosphere of utter magic and wonder that patrons left lingering in the air each night, the longer the pierrot had been with the cirque the more he found himself exclusively between the big top, his caravan, and off-grounds. It had been at least a month since he'd really wandered the grounds without purpose, and deciding to do so before their next move seemed something worthwhile with which to fill his spare time.
He had been practicing in the big top, the form fitting leotard and tights worn beneath his oversized cardigan a remnant of ballet uniform requirements he'd never quite deviated from. The light scent of sweat and rose perfume clung to Etienne as he meandered down the thoroughfare, committing each stall to memory as he passed. Though it was outside the hours of operation, there lingered in the air the gourmand scent of cotton candy and popcorn, its topnote familiar and warm as he shuffled absently through the dirt.