It's been far too long. I can't really remember how long it took for them to outnumber us, but it did happen. First it was a couple of them in their packs, just coming and going. Then, little by little, they started coming in bigger packs, taking over our khenpa as they call it. Before it was too late, they had taken over. Many friends from way back when had disappeared one by one, leaving only a few of us to still go to enjoy our hobby.
They're mostly not bad. They look at us in awe as we go about our traditional rituals during the show. They take pictures to put on their social media about the miraculous thing they found in this faraway land. It's like that palace in that kingdom or that 3rd world country with that train running through dilapidated slums. A spectacle.
Some of them even line up to the büepon to take chekky with their oishy. They're harmless, but they do have a hard time understanding no one speaks their language here. Even after the governmental push to put more funds into teaching us their language, we did not really care. We just lived our lives.
Sometimes they'd cause problems though. One of them might get a few many bhiros in them and they'd end up getting kicked out, causing a scene. That was always painful to see, especially if they soiled themselves. I mean they did pay for this experience. The ones I did not like though were those taking the barrier. Getting too close to them or accidentally pushing them would agitate them and we'd get a harsh physical reminder in the gut not to encroach on their turf anymore.
As the performances come to a close, I usually leave early. Back in the day I'd go drink with Yuusuke, Kento and others, but after they stopped coming, I lost my interest in the after-activities. Before leaving, I pop into the managers office. He's an old friend and looks after me.
"Thanks as always" as the manager hands me an envelope. "No problem, Mr D. See you tomorrow". A job is a job and they pay for me to put on a show for these people.