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"Gazpacho!" Little seven year old Hermie whined, crossing her arms as she glared up at the strong man of the Circus—Gazpacho Stronghold, brother of the former strong woman, Katrina Stronghold—who was laughing at her. "Stop laughin' at me! It's not funny."
It, being the fact that she had failed spectacularly at the flip she had just attempted to do.
"Ah, but it is, my little rainbow ! You should have seen your face!"
The brunette pouted and crossed her arms. Looking down at her now dirt-stained tye-dye dress. "Your name is funny."
"Aye, but at least it's not Cameo."
"Hey, keep me outta this! What'd I do to you, wise guy?" The clown in question—who had gotten his clown name because of how often he appeared and disappeared without explanation, and from how random his jokes were.
That got a giggle out of Hermie, who forgot she was even mad in the first place.