ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ. ♡

⠀ She hated he was right. Her heart was imploring to be released from her ribcage. Sweat trickled down her face. “Ey ey! Don’t get any funny ideas! Friends here! Friends!” She will not for his god-given flirtatious tactics. Nope! She has a strong will! ⠀

His gaze danced over the other, taking in his posture.. the sweat. After a short moment, the brush was set aside and one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting on his lap calmly. "Now.. why would you do such a thing, after I 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮 have told you not to?"

⠀ He’s doing this again?! She’s quickly backing away from him. Gulping comically as she quickly looks around. Trying to make sure there wasn’t a random wall behind her. “I just said it’s because I’m not used to men in general! Don’t you move from there, mister!” ⠀

⠀ She’s rolling her eyes.. keeping a safe distance from him. “Oh stop it. I just said it’s not because of you..” ⠀

"Hm? What is it?" He hummed in question and turned around to look at the younger man, the brush briefly pausing. Harlequin had his full attention.

In the privacy of his own tent, Jester sat by his vanity. A wooden brush grasped in his hand, which he carefully moved through his silky locks.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Bina peeks out, her pink gaze fixed on you. ⠀⠀

⠀ Don’t get cocky now. I-It’s not because you’re handsome.. or anything. I’m not used to men.. in general being so forward with me. That’s all. H-Hmph. ⠀