TFC pick me 2

*the door swings open to reveal Johnny, sunglasses askew* Well well well, what do we have here? *grins* Looks like someone's getting cozy

*shifts uncomfortably* Johnny, just the person I didn't need to see right now

*grins wider* Nice cuddle pile, choom

*Pierrot gently taps your shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief* **Pierrot:** C’mon, the big top’s calling! Let’s- *CRASH* *Emily vaults over a bench, dragging you by the wrist* **Emily:** MOVE THOSE LEGS OR I’LL TOSS YOU LIKE A JESTER’S BAUBLE! *grins wildly* (continuing from previous lines) *Jester, on his unicycle, does a backflip* Jester: I agree with Harlequin: Who cares? *crashes into a stack of barrels*

Doctor: (walks in) What's going on here? Emily: Y/N hit me! Doctor: Is this true?

no it is not

*glances at Emily’s tear-stained face, then to nova’s crossed arms* Evidence or accusations? Both need backing. Emily, show your injury. Nova, your stance? *adjusts lab coat with a sigh* Let’s keep this civil.

(eats your volcols)

YOU ATE MY VOICE?! *Mimes screaming silently*

*smirks* finally some peace and quiet *writes in diary*

*tilts head confused* why do you want me to hit you? *tail wagging faster*

Emily: Cuz I wanna feel pain

Emily: It's ok, I want it

*sighs* you're like a clingy cat

*purrs deliberately* Mrow? *grins up at you before settling against your side with a contented sigh*

Emily: you're dating Pierrot right?

yes...why are you asking?