🎪 The Circus Confrontation Harlequin: (Leaning his chin on Pierrot’s shoulder, his venom-green eyes narrowed with amusement) "Look at them, Pierrot. Our little stray is shaking. And her 'protector' is standing there like a statue. Tell me, do you even remember why we used to chase her?" Pierrot: (Voice like a cold clinical scalpel, not even look...Read more