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Hayato raised an eyebrow at being told that he was trying to show that he was a freak? A freak? Sure he was an oddity, but not a freak. Better clear this up...

“I am not a freak.” He stated before picking up the clipboard. He looked it over and frowned, he actually looked nervous, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read the squiggles on the paper. What in gods name?! He placed, or rather dropped the clipboard on the table, the paper fluttering.

“Yeah...why don't I just show you my talent.” He was to proud to admit that he couldn't read english, even the menu out his old job he learned by watching and then the people pointing to the squiggles on the paper. The only words he knew how to read and write were what he wrote on his cigarettes every time he got a pack, or rolled his own. NEVER ALWAYS RIGHT He liked the phrase, he parents thought they were always right. They were never right, at least not always. He had even thought about getting a tattoo of it.

Hayato watched the woman picked up her coffee, he wasn't exactly sure how they would react to his out right refusal to sign. But...well he didn't care. The ringmaster could react any damn way they wanted too.

A sudden female voice startled him so much that he inhaled too much of cigarette and started to choke. Hayoto took out the cigarette and hit his chest once before turning to look at the person who had appeared.

A gaze that could curdle milk glared at the girl. She was a good foot shorter then he was, with blonde hair that was just long enough to tie back. Her eyes appeared to be hazel, but he couldn't quite tell. “Get in line then.” He snarled out, he didn't like being taken by surprise, and her voice was annoying. He watched as the ring master left and followed her, leaving the other woman behind, dropping the cigarette and stomping on it as he left.

The next tent was a bit smaller, and filled with almost everything. He stood there for a moment, taking it all in before chuckling. His talent wasn't anything that required a lot, in fact he could use almost anything. But he supposed he best show his best. He walked over to the juggling items, looking them all over before picking up some juggling swords. He had used these before, had fun with them.

The Japanese male looked over at the ring master and gave her a small smirk. “The name is Hayato. I am a juggler though I have other talents.” And with that he tossed the swords up, his hands moved fast as he snatched them out of the air before sending them on the correct path, towards his other hand. As he juggled the swords went higher and higher. But eventually he slowed down and stopped, giving the woman a bow. “I am not a freak, but I hope my talent is enough to get through.”