“Where’s your arm?”
Niki looked down at the little kid who’d asked the question, looking up at him with big eyes.
It was hard to be mad at kids, he thought, especially the little ones. They were only curious after all.
“Hush, dear,” the mom said, looking embarrassed as she side-eyed Niki. “Don’t be rude.”
The parents on the other hand…they could be a bit annoying with their pitying looks and condescending chatter. Niki didn’t reply, he simply picked off a balloon from his little cart and offered it by its string to the kid.
The balloon bobbed in the air as the kid took hold of the string. It advertised Draganov’s Flying Circus, as that’s what Niki was doing out in the town anyway: promoting the circus. He was dressed up in his Cho-cho the clown outfit, and thanks to the outfit he didn
