Well I didn’t become an acrobat because I was made of glass!
A miracle sure, although his brother was pretty confident over his own strength and ability. With a sheepish grin an arm playfully extended to his brother, curling up his fist to lightly punch the other’s shoulder…to only bring it back once a snapping of bones made itself known.
He massaged his own arm, switching to his neck, only hearing another crack of a join, great now his body sounded like an old man’s.
At least the circus is still going…
Acro sighed in defeat and just tilted his head at the other. His brother had never really listened to him in the past and it looked like it wasn’t going to change anytime soon either.
He smiled softly when his brother reach out to playfully hit his shoulder. His eyes widening in surprise as the other’s bones cracked and popped.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes… it’s going for now thanks to Moe’s leadership and Max’s fame."