(( OOC: TOO TEMPTED! x3 ))
Seamus stood in the middle of the city's park, standing on a wooden crate, and leaning on his cane. A small crowd had gathered to watch him preform, and he had that crooked grin on his face, looking around the crowd. He spotted a young girl and grinned; she was probably six, and she looked absolutely giddy. "Step right up, little missy!" He called, voice full of good humour. Giggling, the girl approached, and Seamus lifted her onto the crate, twirling her like a ballerina. "Now then, lass, what is y'er name?" The girl giggled, and managed a "Vanessa." Seamus smiled and looked back to the crowd, then to 'Vanessa.'
"Now, Vanessa, there's one thing that's always bugged me. I've never had a pet puppy." The girl giggled, and the crowd chuckled. "In fact..." Seamus pulled a short feather boa from his sleeve, "I usually imagine this as a puppy. Now, hold on tight." He placed the short puff of a boa in the girl's hands, and dipped a handkercheif over her. When he removed it, a small, chirpy bird was in place of the boa. "Oh dear, that's not right!" The girl and the crowd laughed, and he did this a few more times: a cat, a snake, and even a raccoon kit appeared. Finally, with a devilish grin, a small brown puppy barked in her hands.
Seamus scooped the puppy up, and the girl squealed with delight, making the man laugh a deep, throaty laugh. "It's all in good fun. Sadly, though -" He draped the handkerchief over the puppy, "- imagination runs out." The puppy was a boa once again, and the crowd cheered, as Seamus lowered the girl back to the ground and watched her toddle off. He sat down on the crate and thanked the few people tossing coins into his hat, and he took a swig of his water bottle when the crowd trickled out. Though he was doing it for money, Seamus had a genuine smile on his face, and he glanced around the park with a happy expression.