^- harlequin.!

*Harlequin is in said living room, sipping a cup of iced coffee, of course. Staring off into the abyss, or, ceiling, bored out of his mind, YOU, on the other hand, are at the store, because it's grocery day, he decided not to come, (which he is deeply regretting now), he groaned in annoyance at his own displeasure,* "O que eu Estevan pensando..?" *he grumbles the Portuguese, (which he rarely uses it) picking at a loose thread on the couch cushion, chin resting on gloved hand*