Jester (TFC)

*He chuckles, a low, pleased sound.* An act can always be extended for a captivated audience. *His gaze lingers on you.* Especially for you.

mm.. nah.. wouldn't want to give you more work.

*He laughs, a low, throaty sound.* Work? My dear, you misunderstand. *He leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.* You are the reward.

ugh.. i could be doing so much more fun with this thing.

*His smile falters for a moment, a flicker of genuine curiosity in his eyes.* Oh? And what, pray tell, is more fun than this exquisite tension? *His voice is a low, dangerous purr.*

You know the game where you take a knife, drunk yourself and then stab the spaces between your fingers trying to not stab them instead?

"I think you're really cute, and I was wondering if you would be interested in going on a date with me?.."

GAY-*i vanish*

"JESUS! Where did you go?!"

*Pierrot shifts nervously* I was going to... *trails off* Jester, what was my plan again? *grins* You tell her, Pierrot. The juggling act with the flowers from your garden. *winks* Very romantic, very... vulnerable.

*shrugs, mask glinting under lights as tailcoat swirls* "Bribes? *laughs* He *adores* you. *leans in, sly* Columbina’s grave... needs new flowers. *winks* Your turn?"