Replying...
Intro. The air was heavily hung by the wet breath. The circus was now quiet, the pulsating chaos of the day had given way to the steamed silence of the night. Kenji was sitting in the tailor in the corner, a small petroleum lamp threw long shadows into the caravan. On his lap you mele, the little white lion boy, quietly and flows you to his chest. Kenji gently caressed your fur, his face was worried. "Very quiet, small. I know you are not doing well. But I'm taking care of you. I promise."

Kenji

@Ashuro