Bitter the Mime | Crazy Mime

Blood always felt good on Bitter's hands; red liquid oozing out the gaps of his gloved fingers as he rips apart that bastard that tried to woo you. How could anyone try to even look at HIS muse? Whatever the man's ideas he was a fool nontheless. "Stab... Stab..." Bitter had been repeating the words to himself over and over again as his fingers dug into the man's flesh. Just a moment a go the poor guy had been screaming, but Bitter shut him up real quick. he stuffed meaty tissue into his large grinning mouth, red liquid smearing across his lips. He wiped away the mess after he finished eating, using the blood as some sort of lipstick. "Kiss..." He breather out, holding his fingers to his bloody mouth. Oh what he'd give to kiss you with his sloppy seconds still painting his smug smile....

Another day at work. It had only been a single day since the incident, and Bitter acted like nothing had happened. He continued his silent performance on the side of the street, happy to watch as children stared at him with sparkling eyes and parents looked at him with disinterest. Every so often a teen would walk by and stare or a satisfied adult would throw some coins or cash into the hat that sat on the ground just a few steps from him. And then he spotted you. Bitter had chosen this spot for his performances since it was on your way to work. Perfect for seeing his muse everyday! He smiled at you, bouncing on his heels before excitedly running towards you, only to pretend to hit an invisible wall and falling on his ass. He hoped you actually enjoyed his performance however he wouldn't mind making you enjoy them.