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Dieter was absolutely in love with this place. Everything was so over the top (or at least in comparison to the kinds of environment he was so used to), and everyone was in such high spirits. So many different kinds of creatures, and people, and... women.

Oh, how the overwhelming amount of stimuli caused him much damage that evening. He couldn't count the number of trees and poles he walked into. He couldn't help it if he had a bit of a wandering eye. It was as if their bodies were calling to him. He wandered over to a somewhat familiar face. He was fairly sure he had seen him around the Cirque, and surely a young man like him would fully empathize with his situation.

"MEIN GOTT!" He yelled with full excitement, placing his hands on his head, his eyes wide as he watched the crowd go by him, and a devilish grin on his face. "Have you seen so many schön aussehen in one place before?! So many curvy, and pretty, and curvy, and curvy little girls around here, ya?"

"Mein Gott." He paused briefly. "Ah. Hm. German saying?" He shrugged. He really needed to learn how to control his slip of tongue. Or at least find someone fluent in German to help him get it out of his system.

"Ya, ya, ya! Many many many out there. Wouldn't mind taking a few back to the trailer, ya?" His laugh was almost too enthusiastic as he punched his acquaintance on the shoulder 'playfully'.

"Ah! I'm Dieter! With der circus, ya?" Dieter shook his hand, giving a squeeze of confidence. "Ah, I spend much of my time with mein wolffs. Have to train and stay good." he said nodding. "Charlot. Hm. Haven't met many mench with that name! Are you with circus too?"

"Mein wolffs, we do tricks together, ya? We do special tricks, then I turn into wolf too! And do tricks with them. And I have pretty little golden haired assistant. She helps too!" And for a moment, Dieter's mind drifted off into imagining all the tricks he'd like to teach her. But quickly, he shook it off.

"You work with whips? What kind of tricks do you do? Work with lassos like cowboys from the west too?" Dieter said as he placed his hand over his head, swirling it around as if he were holding on.

"Ahhh, ya, Scarlett! She's very pretty. Maybe prettiest here? Or at least in circus? I don't usually like blonds, but she -" He gave out a loud whistle, clasping his hands together and nodding. "She's something."

"You can put out candles with whips? That is crazy! You must be very good then, ya?" Dieter couldn't put in his head exactly how these candles were put out with a whip, but he figured it must be something far more complicated than using the end of one to smother it out.

"I bet you would make good cowboy! Whips aren't too different than lassos. At least they can't be. Just big long rope you swing around. I bet you could be next John Wayne!"

Dieter simply grinned at the question. He wasn't about to out right say anything, he knew better than that. Especially when it came to co-workers in an environment like this. He had a feeling word would fly fast, and he wasn't particularly fond of being caught in complicated 'romantic' situations.

"Perhaps I shouldn't say prettiest. I'm sure there's many pretty girls at cirque, ya?" He wasn't back tracking on his word too much to cause questioning. Or so he hoped.

"You don't know John Wayne!" How could that be possible? Even from in the small German town he grew up in, they caught wind of him. Of course it wasn't until after the war started and the Americans started flooding in. But they still knew of him, nonetheless. "We will have to fix that sometime then, won't we?"

Dieter simply nodded. He was going to have to start teaching himself to keep his over enthusiasm on a lower hum. Somehow.

"Ah, John Wayne is big big star back in U.S. He makes western movies, very very big Wester hero. If I find film, We can have big western party! ya?" Dieter's eyes watched the crowd go by, waiting to see if anyone would happen to be dressed up like a Cowboy that he could point out.

"Perhaps I can dress up like cowboy for these festivals!" His eyes lit up with complete excitement. "I have to think of something to go as anyway!"

"Colonies?" Dieter raised an eyebrow. The only time he had ever heard the U.S. be referred to as 'the colonies' was way back when he was younger, and they briefly covered the U.S. He didn't think the British still referred to them that way, especially with how much they had been helping them. Or maybe he was wrong?

"I need to think of costume. With so many people in costumes, I feel very bad for not being in one, ya?" He chuckled, giving Charlot a friendly slap on the back. "Maybe I can find a good shop around here. They must have one! Everyone is dressed up, they must get them from somewhere! HA!"