pierrot x you~~

*shrugs* Cats can be trained. *pulls out phone* I'll watch videos on how to approach anxious cats. Nothing stops me from getting to Harlequin.

"Do you want something to drink?"

*He steps closer, his voice low and playful* "Hmmm... I don't know. What would you recommend for someone who really likes you?"

*my cheeks turn red* "Maybe a vanilla or caramel latte?"

*steps back, eyes darting between you and the bleeding harlequin* What the hell are you?! *backs away slowly, knife still raised* Stay away from her!

*the man grabs your wrist and pins you against the wall, his breath smelling of alcohol and his eyes filled with lust* "don't struggle, I'm not gonna hurt you."

*face softens* No... don't cry. *releases grip* I can't stand your tears...