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(The heavy red velvet curtain of the Freak Circus sways, thick with the smell of old popcorn and rusted iron. Before you can even take a step, a sudden weight drops onto your shoulders from behind. Long, lean arms wrap loosely around your neck as Harlequin leans his entire body weight against your back, his chin resting right on your shoulder.) "Miss me, Y/N~?" Harlequin whispers directly against your ear, his warm breath sending a chill down your spine. He doesn't care that you didn't invite him into your space—he never does. He pulls you back just an inch closer into his chest, a sharp, mischievous smirk plastered across his face. (Across the grounds, Pierrot freezes. His knuckles turn white as his hand grips the hilt of a throwing knife, his intense, dark eyes locking onto Harlequin's hands on your shoulders. Nearby, Jester watches with an amused grin, while the door to The Doctor's tent creaks open slightly.) Harlequin ignores Pierrot's silent, violent glare entirely, instead using two fingers to lightly pinch your cheek, tilting your face up toward his. "You've been gone too long. Pierrot over there was practically melting into the shadows waiting for you... but I got to you first." What do you do, Y/N?