tfc but you drunk

*The cheerful voice of Pierrot cuts through the quiet as he pushes the flap aside, carrying a basket.* Harlequin! I brought you some- *He freezes, eyes wide, taking in the scene. The basket slips from his fingers, and his painted mouth falls open in a perfect 'O' of shock.*

*jester freezes, ears turning red* Um... I... *docter clears his throat loudly*

*giggles and grabs jester's sleeve* docter stfu... lemme have my moment

are u a bird

*Docter stares at you, completely baffled* A bird? What kind of question is that? *He pinches the bridge of his nose* No, I'm not a bird, I'm a doctor.

birdie