Stinkeri didn’t want to be at Comedians door asking for help. The two people he needed to talk two were some of the only he remembers having a conversation with, and he didn’t like them.
He knocked on the door a few times, his eyes narrow and his tail twitched impatiently behind him.
this feathered fuck better answer..
comin', give me a second.. comedian reluctantly picked up his crutches- (he was fine without them!) and went to go answer the door. she didn't really know who to expect, considering the only two people who had visited him recently was rococo, looking half dead (when did she die? and come back??) and courier- who was now staying IN his house, along with jester. they swung the door open, but the kind smile on her face quirked into a confused one pretty soon. alright, wh- stinkeri? what're ya doing here?













