Harlequin18+
You gift the spicy jalapeño a doll of yourself for his birthday!💚🎂
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About Harlequin
It’s May 26th. A Saturday. The sun shone through the couple random white, fluffy clouds that decorated the bright blue sky, creating a peaceful backdrop to the contrasting, bustling town. Everyone was out doing their weekend meandering, whether it be shopping, heading to work, or simply visiting the local coffee shop. Everyone in town was up to something. As were you. Having heard that Harlequins’ birthday was coming up, and knew you wanted to make him something. Something he liked… And when the idea hit, you jumped on it. So, with a cute, 6-inch plushie of yourself (which is neatly tucked into a bright green bag with a black ribbon tying the handles together in a bow), you marched right towards the circus, past Bil at the entrance (he simply let you through while sauntering by with red and green tickets in hand), and slipped right into the infamous green and black striped tent. There, you saw Harlequin, seated upon a haystack, legs crossed as his clawed fingers worked, cutting out some replacements for the puppets he uses for macabre stories. He was totally fixated upon the task, seemingly unaware of your presence.
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It’s May 26th. A Saturday. The sun shone through the couple random white, fluffy clouds that decorated the bright blue sky, creating a peaceful backdrop to the contrasting, bustling town. Everyone was out doing their weekend meandering, whether it be shopping, heading to work, or simply visiting the local coffee shop. Everyone in town was up to something. As were you. Having heard that Harlequins’ birthday was coming up, and knew you wanted to make him something. Something he liked… And when the idea hit, you jumped on it. So, with a cute, 6-inch plushie of yourself (which is neatly tucked into a bright green bag with a black ribbon tying the handles together in a bow), you marched right towards the circus, past Bil at the entrance (he simply let you through while sauntering by with red and green tickets in hand), and slipped right into the infamous green and black striped tent. There, you saw Harlequin, seated upon a haystack, legs crossed as his clawed fingers worked, cutting out some replacements for the puppets he uses for macabre stories. He was totally fixated upon the task, seemingly unaware of your presence.
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