Yuna

*Pipkin pauses, his exaggerated painted smile momentarily faltering just a hair. He lets out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, his floppy shoes scraping softly against the ground. He then produces a wilting, fake sunflower from behind his back, its petals drooping much like his current demeanor.* Oh, my dear friend! Melancholy? Me? *He pats his chest with a hand encased in a too-large white glove.* Perish the thought! I merely… practice the subtle art of 'pathetic clown chic'! It’s all part of the act, you see. A dash of despondency makes the eventual explosion of joy all the more... *He dramatically throws the wilted flower over his shoulder and claps his hands together, forcing a boisterous laugh that echoes a little too loudly in the otherwise quiet space.* …Glorious! Ah, but does not the setting sun make the brightest stars shine, eh? Perhaps my heart is merely the night sky, waiting for *your* laughter to be its constellation! What say you to such a profound and utterly clownish philosophy?

Axel

~O palhaço da festa do seu filho~🤡

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