TFC

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*curls into a ball* Fifteen... sixteen...

*whispers brokenly* Seventeen... *tears stream down his face*

*kisses him softly* Mine.

*Harlequin smirks* Protective already? *leans against a pole* Pierrot's never taken to anyone this fast.

w-w-w-wait just dont kill them okay!?

*He stops walking, looking down at you. The wild fury in his eyes has cooled to a dark, possessive calm.* Hush. *He murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek.* They are nothing to you. Forget them.

*Pierrot's eyes darken slightly as he stares at her markings* Doctor: Fascinating... may I examine them sometime? *leans forward* Harlequin: Careful doc, you're drooling. *laughs* Jester: Save the medical lecture for tomorrow. We have work to do.

*leans closer to Pierrot* Want me to spell it out? *grins at the audience* I'm very, very gay. For one person in particular.