(AN: Double updates today! Also, I am improving my spacing and grammar!)
{Pierrot's tent}
Humming is heard as a happily smiling clown finishes making a gift to give to his love. His movements are careful despite the structured jester's suit he wears — deep crimson and black fabric fitted close to his frame, trimmed with sharp gold accents. The high black collar rests neatly around his neck, while the puffed crimson sleeves taper into fitted gold bracers and sleek black gloves.
The paper roses are slowly arranged into a bouquet, their pale surfaces painted red with the freshest blood he could find. The jagged crimson tails of his tunic shift slightly as he moves, layered over black trousers that tuck seamlessly into tall, gold-laced boots.
He pauses only once, gazing fondly at the black rose resting beside his bed — carefully holding it so as not to damage its delicate petals. He removes the ribbon tied to it and winds it around his wrist before slipping his sleeve back into place, hiding it beneath the tailored fabric of his costume. Once finished, he straightens, adjusting his hat and looking over his creation with quiet pride.
"My fair lady~," he hums softly, "what will your reaction be when I give you these tokens of my love in return for your own, I wonder~."
Black Sapphire POV
"Hello, darlings, and Good morning. The latest juicy rumor going around is that the mayor's daughter is secretly planning on running away with her lover. Now I'm all for young love and making your own choices. Still, when the lover in question is your own teacher, who is old enough to be your father, that's what I find even more interesting since we all know the mayor's daughter is only 16~" The shark like grin as she says this shows how much she is enjoying the chaos her little rumor is probably causing after all not everything she said just now was a outright lie. Smiling, she starts talking about more gossip, missing people, and even the circus performers who face harassment.
After two hours, she ends her morning broadcast and starts to adjust her attire, having changed her usual suit into a more sleek and form-fitting style which, if seen by a certain silent performer, would cause him cardiac arrest.
Walking out of her studio, she's suddenly hit by a frigid draft of wind and shivers, having never grown used to the cold in the humid environment of beast yeast, and even her wings twitch slightly on reflex before she stills them, having folded them into a skirt-like shape over her new outfit leaving her long legs clad in black leggings on display drawing attention from people walking past.
Continuing her walk, she sees flyers everywhere and frowns in disgust at the messy street. However, she smiles when she sees a certain red clown walk up to her. She calls out to him. "Ah, if it isn't you, my dear silent performer~? I never did get your name~."
He blushes bright red as his pupils shift into hearts before returning to normal as he bends down slightly and hands her a bouquet of paper roses, the tops still freshly painted and slightly wet. Smiling, she takes them and notices a ticket pushed in between the stems.
"Ah, is this a ticket for your show, my dear~? If so, I am surely happy to attend aslong as my schedule allows it~." He smiles at her words before he frowns when hearing a certain voice nearby, catching her attention as she follows his line of sight to see a rather hideous green-suited performer handing out tickets. The red-suited performer frowns harder as the green-suited one notices his gaze and walks over, voice taunting and mischievous.