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Wing Ting was trying very, very hard not to breathe, because she was being sneaky. She knew for a fact that the minute you started to breathe when you were being sneaky, they caught you. It was one of those facts of life. Wing Ting didn't know if those facts of life and not breathing while sneaking actually applied to walking through a dark circus ground at night time, carrying five plushies, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she was sneaking, and she was sneaking very sneakily indeed. Or at least she was trying to.

She was sneaking after Hadrian.

Wing Ting had been secretly stalking the older man since the Kicking Incident, and she now knew, thankfully, his hiding place, so she didn't have to sneak into his trailer (eep!) or anything to apologize. Wing Ting tucked the plushies into her pocket and ducked underneath this particular trailer here, which didn't smell bad at all, no sirree bob, and waited. And waited.

Her dress was getting muddy again.

Wing Ting stiffened when she heard someone approach. Was it Hadrian? Probably, since it was his hiding spot. Wing Ting stiffened even more as he got closer, each footstep resonating doom in her heart. She swallowed hard and began to loose one of the plushies from her pocket, taking care not to make any noise. She would wait for him to sit down. Yes, that was a good plan. No doubt he'd just be staring off into the distance, and she could be very sneaky in leaving it next to him.

Yes, that was the plan.

Wing Ting held her breath. She scooted up towards him until she was in grabbing distance, a plushie in her hand. Then, quick as a flash, she shot her hand out and placed it next to him, and then scooted like mad back into the relative safety of the darkness beneath the trailer. She scooted sideways now, loosing another plushie from her pocket, and watching Hadrian, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum.

Wing Ting had to suppress a giggle. She was sure that he probably heard it, which made her feel a curious mixture of terror and delight. She scooted up close to him again and paused. And then Wing Ting's hand shot out again, leaving a plushie behind. And she once again scooted back into the darkness, loosing another plushie from her dress pocket and biting her lip to keep from giggling.

Wing Ting bit her lip even harder to keep from cracking up. She untangled the next plushie from her pocket and held it out into the light, waving it back and forth as though it were a puppet perfoming some demented dance. "Nobody's here but us plushies, Mr. Hadrian!" She said, nearly choking for giggles. Then she put the plushie down, planning to disappear back into the darkness for a bit longer, just in case Hadrian was still mad.

Wing Ting screamed.

It wasn't because Hadrian was creeping in under the trailer, but because there was a spider.

RIGHT ON HER HEAD.

"AAAAAAH SPIDER SPIDER SPIDER SPIDER SPIDER GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF ME!" She shrieked, flailing her arms around a bit. Wing Ting felt her hand smack something and quieted, horrified that she had hit Hadrian, again, and scuttled back even further away. SHe laughed nervously. "Haha, I dunno what you're talking about, no sirree bob, there's definately no Wing Ting here. Just plushies, yup. Lotsa talking plushies, that's definately all that there is."

Wing Ting blinked, trembling quite a bit. "You're not going to yell at me, are you?" She asked him warily, feeling a hand brush her cheek. She shied away from it slightly. "Cause, if you're gonna yell at me, I'm not going to go out." She said stubbornly, taking out another plushie and stuffing it towards what she thought was Hadrian's hand. It was certainly dark in there.

Wing Ting winced as he rapped her between the eyes and shook herself out (ew spider) before following Hadrian out from under the trailer. She rolled out and onto the grass, sitting down pretzel-style. She frowned for a second, and then pulled out another plushie from her pocket. "One more," She said quietly, looking up at him. Even at this distance, he was uber tall.