ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ. ♡

⠀ 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. ⠀

. . Ehm eh so — uhm . . You are so forward with it.—

𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 ❗️

H-Huh??

⠀ Go away!! You’re so …! ( it’s so hard to stay silent when Harlequin’s annoying face was right there tongue with. Pierrot stood there, seething. ) ⠀

⠀ Harlequin is retweeting d — … dick on the timeline… ⠀

[ Small gasp, placing a hand on his chest. ] Pierrot, come now. I don’t tease you 𝘢𝘭𝘭 the time.

( — flustered birb —) Harlequin. .