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“You can’t be serious, Pierrot.”
Is the first thing Pierrot hears as he lifts himself up from the pile of rubble.
The day had been going great, shows turned out splendid as Jester himself had complimented. But it all went down as soon as Pierrot found himself stuck up in the scaffolds in his own tent, the lights had broken right after his show and he wanted to fix them.
Pierrot sheepishly looks at his boyfriend, a furious blush overtaking his mask as he averts his gaze. Almost looking like a precious and guilty golden retriever.
Harlequin sighs as he looks at the mess, before snorting. “I knew you were clumsy but this clumsy? Really?”
Pierrot’s expression turns into a small scowl, his gaze turning back to the green clown in a snap.
Harlequin chuckles, before walking up to the taller male.
”Calm down, i’m only joking.” He says, placing his hand on Pierrot’s hip to gently push him out of the way so he could look at the mess.
Pierrot turns to look at the mess alongside Harlequin, letting out the tiniest and quietest squeak as he realises how bad it was. The scaffolds had broken, as in they were in pieces. The lights had completely shattered beyond repair, leaving no choice but to buy new ones.
Harlequin bites the inside of his cheek, huffing again.
”Gosh, who knew you’d be able to make this big of a mess. It’s usually me who’s the master of that.” He mutters
Pierrot whines, looking defeated and disappointed in himself. The tall clown steps closer to the mess, the dirt crunching under his feet as he crouches to pick up a broken light.
Harlequin watches the other do so, he hums as he tries to figure out what to do. The smartest choice was to tell Jester, but the Leader would definitely scold them for two weeks straight and possibly ground them (what a mom)
Or, he could go to Jester and tell on Pierrot and leave himself out of it (even though he had been watching Pierrot struggle the whole time he was trying to fix the lights)
But strangely, he didn’t wanna do that. At least not anymore, the mere thought of the betrayed and sad look he’d get in return from Pierrot making his heart break.
”Deus, como foi que eu me apaixonei por você...?” He muttered as he looked at Pierrot, who was desperately trying to fix the light.
”Pierrot, it’s broken. No use in trying to fix it.” He says, to which Pierrot looks over his shoulder and at Harlequin, before sighing and dropping the light. He stands up.
”Okay, what we’re gonna do; is i’ll get the trash bag and brooms. We’re gonna clean this up, after that, we’re going out to buy new lights with the excuse of handing out flyers.” Harlequin said as he looked up at Pierrot, the taller meets his gaze. He quietly nods, his heart pounding in his chest at Harlequin’s willingness to help.
Harlequin hums and nods, before smirking. “Clumsy ass.” He says before pressing a kiss to Pierrot’s cheek, their masks clanking together.
Pierrot freezes, his eyes widening. With a blink, Harlequin is gone. His cheeks burn with a growing blush as he waits for the other to come back with the items.
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They spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the mess, with small teasing arguments here and there. Making the moment feel precious even with the small bursts of anger because Harlequin decided to secretly dump some trash back out when Pierrot wasn’t looking, making Pierrot clean up more than he needed to.
Jester steps into Pierrot’s tent after a hour or so, as the circus was closing down and he needed to check the performance tents before Ticket Taker shut off the lights for the night.
The place was spotless, no sign of the accident that had happened in there a few hours ago. Jester’s pupils scan around the area, nothing seemed out of place and no lost children were in sight.
He hums, nodding to himself before walking back out of Pierrot’s performance tent. Closing the entrance behind him.
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Meanwhile Pierrot cuddles into Harlequin, currently in Harlequin’s own personal tent. Both of their masks on the makeshift bedside table as Pierrot presses kisses and nibbles Harlequin’s neck softly in a form of thank you. To which Harlequin responded with soft sighs of appreciation and pleasure.
Pierrot’s larger hand travels along the sides of the green clown. Sending shivers down said clowns spine.
Who would’ve guessed that Harlequin was secretly a bottom?