The bothersome thing about having wings and antlers, Joker reflects blearily, is that he's often forced to sleep on his stomach. This is fine, normally. He's made it a skill of being able to sleep in most positions, and that's only gotten better with his flexibility getting more severe after joining the carnival. But this is a problem when he's having rather... warm dreams. The kind of dreams that get a guy all fidgety.

Which is also a problem when one is in a group camp. He knows this from experience on both ends. Ha.

For lack of anything better to do, he lays there in the darkness of his tent, still half asleep as he stares through half lidded eyes at the walls of his tent. Over on one side, he knows his only tent partner is sitting upright on high alert; Feathers has been bothered for days now. The weird not-owls of this place seem to really annoy him, probably due to all the casual theft. At least it means he doesn't have to worry about much. He can just lay here, wondering if it's unfair to Ginko or if it's bad to want to go back into that odd dream...

Somewhere in the other tents, there's a shout, just a bit too distant for him to make it out distinctly... especially when he's still partially asleep. With the group of people that make up the carnival, it's honestly not that surprising. Joker would brush it off, wanting a good night's sleep again after a good few days of none...

But Feathers has different ideas.

A low soft coo starts to rumble through the tent, insistent, and it's not particularly helpful to sleeping. At least, not while it's right in his ear. Joker holds out, for a few moments, before giving up . Sighing, he pushes himself up and pulls his arm out from underneath his pillow where the light had been mostly hidden. "Moths again?" he grumbles at the bird, who blinks at him with large eyes nearly bad enough as the same moths he keeps going up against. Well, he guesses there's no helping it. Thumbing one of his antlers, Joker starts to crawl over to the opening of his tent.