a sudden thunderstorm has caused you to take refuge in your home, but not without company. it's just your luck that something like this would happen to you, isn't it? now it’s your responsibility to keep harlequin and pierrot entertained until the storm is over before they end up burning your entire complex to the ground... which is only made *slightly* more difficult by the fact that you’re scared of thunderstorms. this is going to be fun...
"a little whiskey and some reckless boys / and now i'll join in / there's something bad about this night already, let's get dark and heavy"
tags and warnings: pierrot x gn!reader x harlequin! VERY domestic harlequin... which IS a good thing. i just needed to get that off my chest. mc loves the rain but is scared of thunder. lots of fluff!!!! a little bit of comfort and a little suggestive! lots of pierrot-harley banter... obviously. acts of service as a love language. mention of jester's fear of fire. references to pierrot stalking mc/knowing the layout of their house as per usual. i deeply apologize because i didn't know how to end this one. forgive me 💔
wc: 5.4k
there had been no chance of rain forecasted for today when you'd checked yesterday, or even when you looked this morning.
even as you pulled up the weather app on your phone now, the software was stupid enough that it still hadn’t registered the fact that it was raining. it declared that it was sunny weather outside, as if to laugh in your face— and perhaps in the faces of the soaking companions behind you.
god, how does this happen?
you look behind you, at the two clowns standing awkwardly in front of your door. well— were they awkward? harlequin had a shit-eating grin on his face like he had caused the rain itself, and pierrot was… shaking. with what? you weren’t exactly sure. nervousness? excitement?
“i know you can't take them off, but at least try to wipe off your boots, please..." you sigh, unsure of what series of events led up to this very moment.
and how had they charmed you enough that you were allowing shoes in your clean house? perhaps it wasn't charm as much as it was just pierrot.
pierrot, who was so heart-wrenchingly considerate (making up for the lack of such in his other half) that you knew if you asked him to take off his shoes, he'd be torn between pleasing you and insisting on keeping every part of his costume on. “and before either of you step a foot further into my home, i’m getting towels. dry yourselves off, and then you can do anything you want.” you begin to walk towards your nearby closet when one of them suddenly speaks up.
“anything?” harlequin makes you regret your words immediately, but you hear a thud behind you before you can even react. “how dare you—” you're not even sure which one of them is accusing the other— as soon as you turn around, pierrot and harlequin are already wrestling. you can only be thankful you don’t have anything fragile near your doorway as you quickly grab two towels from your closet, throwing them at your visitors, effectively stopping them in their tracks.
“dry off and behave,” you urge them with a pointed look. “i’m going to go change out of… this.” you pull at the edge of your soaked shirt with a sigh.
the rain was nice; you truly did enjoy it, but not when you were outside. the feeling of peeling off wet clothes stuck to your skin was far from comfortable, and you were forced to dry off your body with a cloth before changing into clean clothes. you were just exiting your bathroom, still trying to dry your hair, when you nearly jumped at the figure in your doorway.
“pierrot! you scared me,” you had clutched a hand to your chest instinctively, but you let it drop back to your side after realizing it was just him.
“my dear… are you okay?” he takes a hesitant step forward, and upon seeing you smile, allows himself to move even closer to you. he tilts his head in concern, looking at the towel in your hand.
“yeah… i’m okay, thank you. i’m just trying to get my hair to dry.” you look up at him, trying to give him a bright smile that seems to make him blush. when he extends a hand forward, you hum in confusion, “hm? what’s up?”
“i can help you, my dear? if you want, of course,” he offers shyly, and you perk up at the idea.
“really? you would do that for me?” you could truly melt from the kindness he showed you. before meeting him, it had seemed impossible to meet someone willing to help others out of pure love in their heart, rather than obligation or for their own benefit. “pierrot, that’s really kind of you. if you could, i would really appreciate it! my arms were starting to get tired, anyway.” you hand him the towel and he places it gently over your head, massaging your scalp as he attempts to dry up all the moisture. you mumble a small thank you to him as you lean into his touch.
today was supposed to go a lot differently, but at least you could be thankful, maybe, that the three of you hadn’t been far from your apartment when the downpour started. your home had been the easiest place for you all to meet up at before you went out shopping, but after taking shelter under the awning of the closest building for half an hour, you had decided the rain wasn’t going to get any better and offered for them to come over, instead.
“are you feeling sick at all, dear one?” pierrot asks from above you, still mainly focused on taking care of your hair. “are you cold? have you sneezed at all? do you have a runny nose? should i take your temperature?”
you let out a small laugh at his questions. you knew it was just coming from a place of worry in his heart, but he was almost beginning to sound a bit like doctor. “nope! i don’t think i’m feeling sick," you try to reassure him with an energetic nod before you think about it more, "well... at least not yet. i don’t have a hat like you guys, and this was all so unexpected that i didn’t think to wear anything with a hood. i guess we'll have to wait and see if i end up catching a cold or not.”
his hands on your head pause for a moment and you look up at him, finding him deep in thought as he lets out an angry huff. “i should have given you harlequin’s cloak. i’m sorry, my star. i failed you.”
“hmm? what about me?” the look on pierrot’s face only darkens at the intrusion of another voice and you look towards the doorway to find harlequin leaning against it. he has two bottles of water in his hands, holding them by their necks between two fingers, swinging them lazily. you were glad he found water if he was thirsty, but seeing as this was the first time you had ever let either of them into your home... you could only pray your kitchen hadn't been ripped to shreds in the search for sustenance.
"harlequin..." pierrot glares at the man from over your head, and you can only stand there like a doll as you let them fight it out, "you should have given them your cloak to cover them from the rain. what if they get sick?" pierrot sighs as he finishes drying your hair, removing the towel from your head once he deems it dry.
“me? well, i thought you were huge enough you could cover our little one from the rain. my apologies that anytime i do something for them with you around, i tend to end up with several stab wounds,” harlequin feigns offense, bringing one hand to his heart while pierrot clenches his fist at his answer.
“like that’s ever stopped you before,” you joke to yourself but freeze when they both look at you. "oh— i..." you didn’t mean to say that out loud. you open your mouth to try apologizing again but harlequin speaks up before you’re able to.
“you’re taking his side over mine, sweet one?" harlequin gives you a look, as if daring you to verbalize it, but all you can do is purse your lips, weighing your options. "that really hurts me, you know." he walks toward you, and you can feel pierrot tense up from behind you. “look! i brought you water, and you didn't even have to tell me to go fetch you it. unlike this one over here, i don't need to ask. i already know how to take care of you." he puts a gloved finger on his chin, pondering his next words for a moment. "i will admit i do feel remorse for not protecting you from the rain, though, my dear. that red dog is even more useless than i previously thought. serves me right for leaving anything to him—”
you can only close your eyes as something red in the corner of your eye suddenly lurches forward, attacking the man in front of you. as much as you appreciate harlequin’s flirts, whether they’re genuine or just attempts to piss off pierrot, you do wish he would keep his mouth shut sometimes. while it’s never gotten too out of hand so far, you’re not sure what you would do if the two of them got into a serious fight and you weren’t able to separate them.
you watch harlequin dodge pierrot’s claws while keeping a firm hold on the bottles of water in his hand, and it brings a small smile to your face that you can’t stop. something like drying your hair or bringing you water were such small things, yet you couldn't remember the last time someone had ever offered to do something like that for you. or at least, as harlequin said, without you having to ask.
pierrot had only asked how you were because he wanted to know what would help you best; they each had their own way of treating you, and you appreciated both of them. for most of your life, it seemed you had been on your own, but now you had not one but two people willing to do such little things for you.
but wait a second—
“hm? harlequin, you only brought two water bottles,” you point out when they’ve finally reached a stopping point in their fight, both of them huffing slightly.
“of course, darling. one for you, one for me. who else would i bring water for?” harlequin tilts his head with a knowing grin before his eyes look to the red man to his side. “oh! i must have forgotten that pierrot was here, silly me. although— i’m not sure i would have brought him water even if i remembered.”
you know you have only seconds to act before doom strikes and grab pierrot's clenched fist, holding it between your two hands. “pierrot, it’s alright!” you try to draw his attention from harlequin back to yourself. “i’m not thirsty, so you can have my water. and if i need to... would you just let me take a sip from your bottle?”
“share a water bottle—! with… me?” pierrot turns red again, and his now relaxed hand leaves your hold to bring his fingers to his lips as he seems to think about deeper implications.
harlequin’s mouth curls in distaste at pierrot’s response, “uh, no— if you’re sharing a water bottle with anyone, dear, it’ll be me.”
you let out a deep sigh, pressing two fingers to your temple. you should’ve known your attempt would only lead to this; they would always find a way to argue, no matter what. “alright, never mind. if it’s that big of a deal, i’ll just go grab another one—”
“no, no! if pierrot is that thirsty, he can go grab one for himself,” harlequin elbows pierrot in the side, certainly harder than he needs to, but it pulls him from his thoughts all the same. “right? you can go fetch your own water, since you know the entire layout of this place anyway—”
harlequin's voice had dropped before he finished speaking, but pierrot seemed to hear what he'd said perfectly fine and had frozen up. “wait, what did you say? did something happen in my kitchen, harlequin?" you ask, already imagining harlequin tearing your place apart while he had been left unsupervised.
“oh, nothing, my dear. he just... told me where he found your waters since we've never been here before. i’ll be right back, i promise!” pierrot gives you a smile on his way out your bedroom door, but not before giving harlequin a dirty look as he disappears down the hall.
it’s silent in your room for a second, save the patter of rain on the roof your apartment which reminds you— “oh! harlequin, would you mind if i opened the porch door the tiniest bit? i love the sound of rain, and it sounds so much better outside.”
“hum~ of course, dear thing. here, let me open it,” he walks towards the glass door, sliding it open a crack. you certainly hadn't meant for you three to end up in your bedroom, but at least you could take advantage of the window in here and bring in a bit of fresh air. the smell of the rain immediately filled the room, accompanied by a small breeze which you eagerly welcomed. it had been getting a little hot in the room... or maybe that had just been the aftereffects of pierrot and harlequin's rage, but either way, now the sound of the rain allowed for a comfortable, calm silence to fill the air.
“just let me know if you or pierrot get cold, okay? i can totally close it again.” you break the silence after listening to the rain for a moment, moving next to him to push your curtains farther to the side. your window would also allow you to keep an eye on the weather outside, but judging from how gray the sky still was, you didn’t expect the storm to let up anytime soon.
he turns to you, a familiar jagged smile on his mask, “you’re cute, little thing. but don’t forget that this is your home; i'll survive being a little cold.” you hesitate to remind him there's one more person involved in your concerns, and he continues before you can say anything, "don’t close it just for one of us if you enjoy the rain so much, sweet one. i would hate to see that pretty smile of yours disappear.”
he takes your flustered state as an opportunity to step closer, and his hand twitches at his side, as if he wants to reach out and touch you, but he hesitates. when you look up at him, nervously meeting his eyes, there's also a hint of surprise on his face for a second, like he wasn't expecting you to actually look at him, but it's quickly replaced by mischief. he cocks his head to the side, the bells on his hat ringing as he waits for you, curious about what you're trying to muster up the courage to say.
“harlequin…” you mumble his name, hating how quiet you sound, but he laughs at your shyness anyway.
“what is it, kitten? what has you so red in the face, hm? you can tell me,” he leans down to get close to your face, and whatever intimate moment you'd just had with him moments ago has been erased. you're instead left with the feeling that you're about to have a sudden heart attack at his proximity and you try to avoid him, but he holds your jaw with two fingers, keeping you still.
“n-nothing! well… it's not— i—” your question for him is simple, but that’s precisely the problem. it’s so simple, so dumb you’re not sure if he’ll laugh in your face or just straight up reject you. “i just.. wanted to ask if you wanted to watch the rain with me? and pierrot, too, of course. when he gets back. i... know it's not the most entertaining thing to do but, if it's you guys...” you trail off, unsure of if you should keep going. you had fully expected him to cut you off with laughter by now, but he's remained silent.
he looks taken aback by your question, and you're stuck staring into his eyes for a moment before he straightens back up to his full height with a laugh. “you want watch the rain? hah!” your heart drops for a second at his laugh before he continues, “sweet thing, i’ll do anything as long as it’s with you. that's what you were about to say too, right? come here. sit,” he guides you gently over to an spot on your floor so that you sit right in front of where he's cracked your porch door open. “pierrot's continued existence is unfortunate... but i suppose i’ll put up with him if it means i’ll have you.” harlequin had always told you that he was honest and direct about what he wanted, yet, he could never just say yes to whatever you asked. he always added something flirtatious to his response, and you didn't think you would ever get used to his intensity.
you both look out the window for only a brief moment in silence, knees almost knocking into each other before a creak on the floor makes the both of you turn back to your doorway. “pierrot! welcome back,” you smile, patting the floor near you. “come sit with us!”
“took your time, didn’t you? might as well have not come back,” harlequin’s welcome back… can hardly be considered such. pierrot’s smile towards you disappears as soon as he hears harlequin’s voice, and he glares at the back of his head.
“you hid them,” pierrot hisses as he lowers himself down to the floor, sitting just a little bit behind between you and harlequin.
“hm? hid what? i have no idea what you're talking about,” harlequin shrugs with a grin, not even bothering to look in pierrot's direction.
the way the poor water bottle crinkles in pierrot’s hand, surely on the verge of exploding, makes you immediately try to lighten the conversation: “we were just sitting here to watch the rain, pierrot! i hope you don’t mind, but we opened my porch door a little bit because i love the sound of rain. do you like this kind of weather too?”
as soon as his attention turns back to you, pierrot melts back into the adorable, gentle man you know him to be. “i like the rain as well! it makes travelling a little hard for the circus, but i think we all enjoy the atmosphere and sound. my clothes are also already quite heavy, so if i get them wet, they only become heavier. it can be a little bothersome, but it's nothing i can’t handle, my dear. i assure you.”
you smile grows at his answer, happy to hear he shares a similar opinion about the rain as you. “i can’t imagine how heavy your clothes must get! i guess i should have asked sooner, then, but you didn’t get too wet in the rain when we were outside, did you?”
“no, my star. i’m completely dry, thank you for being concerned for my sake,” he mirrors your smile with a slight blush.
you turn to the clown next to you, “so you like the rain too, harlequin?”
“hmm?” he hums at the sound of his name, seeming to be pulled out of a trance as he languidly turns to meet your gaze. “i suppose i do. i like when it’s cold; that’s what matters to me. it sounds different when it hits the tents than in your apartment here, though. i'm not sure which i prefer,” he suddenly grins wide, seeming to be reminded of something, “oh, did pierrot already tell you? if you think he’s a little dog now, it’s quite a sight to see him in the rain. all soaked and soggy like a puppy— he smells like one, too,” he laughs as pierrot furiously denies his claim, bells tinkling again as he shakes his head.
you end up laughing with harlequin, hoping that pierrot didn't take offense to it. he had said himself that his clothes were weighty, and the image of pierrot in the rain came so easily to mind that it only made you giggle more.
you were also taking in all of the new information they had shared; while it wasn’t exactly winter yet, it was coming up soon, and it would be your first holiday season with them. it made you curious what the circus looked like dusted in snow, with all the warm string lights peeking through. and did their costumes change to keep them warm, or were they already thick enough?
"now,” harlequin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, “if you were wearing something white and you invited me to go out in the rain with you, i'd follow you immediately without a second thought~" he grins, suddenly inching closer to your face before he's smacked on the back of his head hard enough that he almost hits the floor. you can only cover your mouth in shock— somehow, witnessing pierrot stab harlequin seemed less violent than watching the way he'd just been hit.
“you’re disgusting," pierrot sneers at his companion in a voice so low you shiver. "my dear, we should really kick him out—” pierrot turns to you now, and you look at him for a second before your eyes dart back to the figure sitting back up behind him.
harlequin’s eyes are twitching, and you're not sure you've ever seen him look so angry, "now you listen here you big. bright red. freak—"
he doesn't even finish the insult before they're attacking each other. again. at least up until now, their fights have been quite lighthearted, but this is what you were worried about; pierrot's easily on top of harlequin keeping him down, and yet he's still thrashing about on the ground, suddenly flipping pierrot over and raising his arm before you grab it in a flimsy attempt to stop them.
"wait! please— please don't fight in my apartment. my neighbors hate me enough already," you plead, remembering the last time you'd had company over. to be fair, they were drunk, but they wouldn't stop knocking over bottles and getting into fights loud enough that you were certain you were about to be evicted. it didn't matter how many apology cookies you baked, every time you passed a neighbor in the hall, they gave you a dirty look, and you weren't ready to further worsen your relationships with them.
the words seemed to catch both of their attentions as they slowly turn to look at you, abandoning their fight.
"who could hate a pretty thing like you?" harlequin grins.
"should i... erase them?" pierrot's response is much different.
you're helping pull harlequin off pierrot by the shoulders, nearly falling over when his long torso overshadows your own. "oh, that's not necessary. it was my fault—" you squeak upon realizing your legs have ended up tangled in the mess of limbs, and you fall back, pulling both boys down with you.
"hm, i think i like this~" harlequin's in your left ear, and you open your eyes to see him above you. the intense look in his eyes immediately has you squirming, face growing hotter by the second.
"away," your eyes dart to pierrot, who is trying to shoo harlequin off of you, but he doesn’t budge. giving up, pierrot turns from harlequin to you and immediately kneels next to you. "my dear, are you alright?"
"oh… i’m fine, i promise. sorry, you guys didn't fall too hard, right?" you try to give him a reassuring smile, allowing his hand on your back to help you sit up after pierrot’s given harlequin another particularly hard push that has him back on the ground.
"will you kiss my injury if i say yes?" harlequin’s voice is slightly muffled from wherever he fell on the floor, and you don't even have to look in his direction; you hear him get hit before you see it. "will you stop with the hitting, you big oaf?"
"alright alright," you interrupt them both before they can argue again. “i know it’s going to be really hard for you guys, but if there’s any way we can try not to psychologically torment and fight each other—”
a bright flash and loud boom suddenly fills the room and has you frozen and unable to breathe for a second. then, it’s like your lungs have a hole in them and you need to breathe. over and over and over.
before you can even recover, another deafening crack came from outside and you jump, a small whimper escaping your lips on accident.
you had been trying to control and stabilize your breathing as best as you could so as to not draw attention to yourself, but who were you kidding? there were three of you total in this room, and they were both looking at you.
pierrot has a hand on your back, rubbing small circles to help you through your breathing. “my star…” he trails off, voice filled with worry.
“hum~ are you scared of thunder, dear thing?” harlequin finishes for pierrot, who hesitated to point it out.
and you struggle to answer, which is enough for them to come to a conclusion. yes, you’re afraid of thunder, and you know you can trust them— you can tell them, but it's always been embarrassing to admit.
no other loud noise seemed to get you as bad as thunder did. you thought maybe it was because of how unpredictable it was; compared to something like an arriving train, flashing lights and bells prepared you for the arriving machine, but it didn't matter if you saw a lightning flash or not, it was impossible to predict when the thunder would boom, how loud or close it would sound, and how deep you would feel it in your chest. whatever the case might be for your fear, it was something you had struggled with since you were a child.
“it’s alright, my dear,” pierrot speaks to you softly and you look at him with a silent nod in gratitude before a gloved hand turns your face away from him, gently pulling you to your feet with another hand on your arm.
“looks like we’ll have to distract you from the thunder, huh?” harlequin’s words are sultry, and it’s clearly intentional based on the look on his face.
“harlequin! be serious.” pierrot chides, but his hands move to hold your waist, making you question if he was with or against harlequin.
harlequin’s grin stays wide as he holds you by the shoulders, slowly steering you towards your bed. “i am being serious,” he responds to pierrot, who is definitely on his side, you conclude, as he moves to close your sliding door and the curtains, significantly darkening the room.
“what are you two—” before you can finish, harlequin pulls you flush to his chest just as another instant flash brightens the room for a quick second, and his hands are already pressed to your ears. not hard enough to hurt you, but firmly enough that while you feel the thunder reverberate through your chest moments later, he almost completely blocks out the sound and you relax in his hold, sighing in relief.
he pulls you back from him for a moment, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. when he doesn't find any, his lips curl back into a smile. “that's my good pet," harlequin praises, brushing a stray strand away from your face. "you handled that incredibly well, didn't you?” you're flustered from his words and still a little embarrassed that one of your biggest fears has been accidentally revealed, so you lean your head against his chest again, opting to examine your floor rather than meet his gaze.
“i’m sorry…” you whisper to both boys in the room, and harlequin stills against you. “i’m such a coward. it’s so embarrassing to be scared of just some noise. you guys don’t have to do all this, i’ll be okay.”
you get a little worried when you don’t hear a response from either one of them, and when you finally peek your head up, harlequin and pierrot are looking at each other. then, pierrot turns to you, and harlequin’s grinning down at you. “nothing to be embarrassed about, sweet thing,” he continues to guide you to your bed, ushering you to climb in the middle as pierrot hesitantly waits on the opposite side of your bed, waiting for your approval to sit next to you. you nod— because harlequin’s already at your other side without even asking— and it wasn’t like you minded them on your bed, anyway. pierrot moves close you, beginning to comb through your hair and play with it a little as harlequin continues, “don’t tell him we told you this—” he gets closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper as if someone was eavesdropping on your mundane apartment. “but jester’s a little scared of fire.” he laughs at the look of surprise on your face. “hah! didn’t expect that, did you? he doesn’t like anyone to know, but i promise you— whenever i breathe fire during a performance, he’s nowhere to be found.”
pierrot cuts in, “what he’s trying to say is don’t be embarrassed—”
“i did say that at the beginning—” harlequin glares at him from over your head but pierrot matches the look with just as much aggression.
“—and what i want to say is not to be ashamed. let us help you, my dear. there’s no reason for you to handle this on your own, or for you to hide away from us,” pierrot guides you to look at him, hands caressing the sides of your face. you don’t even notice until after you slightly feel it in your chest that he momentarily covered your ears, muffling another rumble of thunder from outside.
“thank you… both,” you turn to meet both of their eyes individually as you speak. “i really do appreciate it, you guys have helped. a lot.”
“anytime, my dear," harlequin responds, "we even ended up in your bed faster than i expected, and i don’t usually take things slow.” he laughs, and you see pierrot’s hand clench from the corner of your eye, but he doesn't move, and you silently thank him for trying to hold himself back. they could break all the pottery you wanted in your house, but the one thing you wouldn’t be able to handle breaking was your bed.
“speaking of which…” you try to move on, “what are we all doing on my bed?”
pierrot turns red and you give him a concerned look. what was he imagining now? “hm~ that depends on you, dear thing.” harlequin’s voice from behind you sends chills through your spine as he drags a finger down your thigh that makes your stomach flutter. “looks like dirty pierrot over there already has some ideas, how disgusting,” he mocks. “but if you’d like to sleep, we’ll sleep with you. if you want more? oh, we’ll give you everything.”
you can hardly swallow as his words repeat in your mind over and over, and the way he's touching you isn't helping. but pierrot’s lost in his own mind, so you’re the only one left to defend yourself. “i um… while that sounds… i’ll… think about it… in the meantime— i was actually thinking something else.” you stutter hard, but you try to take a deep breath in as you look back at harlequin.
he has a curious look in his eyes that reminds you of a cat, and you can barely hold back the urge to reach your hand up to his head to pet it. “and what would that be, sweet thing?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
pierrot seems to have been drawn back in by your response and waits eagerly for you to continue. “well— it’s nothing big. but if jester’s afraid of fire… you guys must have something like that you're scared of too, right? like tight spaces, maybe?”
harlequin’s grin widens and his eyes light up as if he’s just found a new toy to play with. “oh, you’re a naughty little thing. i love it. let’s start with pierrot—”
“do not speak for me,” pierrot immediately cuts him off, “ah, this will be enjoyable. my dear, i have known harlequin since he was just a kid and he has never gotten over—”
enjoyable the night would be. far better than whatever you had originally planned for the day, but did that really surprise you anymore? the two of them brought joy and stories of tragedy wherever they went, expected or not.
thought it was a one-off thing, but i've now seen multiple pictures and videos of red-bellied woodpeckers touching other birds with their tongue at bird feeders. why are they suck little freaks?
A little Ana/Ticket Taker thing since I finally finished his design and his birthday is tomorrow so we are celebrating early ✨
And I really wanted to play around with visuals of his mirror maze and my brains started tingling from the idea of his tent having black light lighting in it
If you thought that my human Harlequin was extra here comes extra personified
Oooh boy he gave me as much trouble as his redesign for my regular line up so I guess he stays in character lmao
I knew that I wanted Jester to have LONG luscious curled locks that he probably colors with wax (cares too much about integrity of his hair to bleach it), clothing that doesn’t attach to Eurocentric/modern styles too much, VERY deep dark skin that looks gorgeous with all the royal purples and golds he adorns himself with and most importantly fairly androgynous appearance despite having very masculine features (like his beared, strong jawline, six pack, etc)
And ugh I gotta draw his locks in twists sometime probably does them at around same time when Harlequin gets his cornrows done (Harley and Jester potentially doing each others hair??)
Also for the love of god please nobody ever get sternum piercings he only has them cause I really wanted him to have risky body piercings (yes he would also absolutely have piercings on his dick thats a given)
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