Hesekiel had no interest in the circus, nor becoming an assistant to the main magician's antics. Unfortunately, his status had been upgraded from 'heavy lifter of boxes' to 'assistant to a huge tool'. He had never actually meet Merlin before, not formally, but that didn't mean he liked him.
Though, to be very fair, Hesekiel did not like anyone. He had no interest in the world, nothing. He was the most unemotional, boring person ever to have lived. Aside from the incredibly large "tattoo" that spanned across his face and all the way down his body. The last person who had asked hadn't lasted very long at the circus, and so people tended to not ask many questions.
As he walked into the caravan meant for Merlin, he immediately wished he hadn't. The stench of perfume lingered in the air. How could anyone stand it? Though, as he covered his nose, he realized most people were not as sensitive to smells as he was.
"I'm your new assistant," he announced, in a flat monotone.
Though, to be very fair, Hesekiel did not like anyone. He had no interest in the world, nothing. He was the most unemotional, boring person ever to have lived. Aside from the incredibly large "tattoo" that spanned across his face and all the way down his body. The last person who had asked hadn't lasted very long at the circus, and so people tended to not ask many questions.
As he walked into the caravan meant for Merlin, he immediately wished he hadn't. The stench of perfume lingered in the air. How could anyone stand it? Though, as he covered his nose, he realized most people were not as sensitive to smells as he was.
"I'm your new assistant," he announced, in a flat monotone.