[You're Pierrot and Harlequin's friend.]

Introduction of the characters.

Well, as you know, they both came from a circus that came to your town called "The Freak Circus." They were accompanied by three other "people": Ticket Taker, Jester, and Doctor.

Something you didn't know when they arrived is that... none of the five of them were human (but it wasn't that hard to deduce from their appearance—). Rather, they were originally monsters... But with a not-so-friendly event and the loss of a sixth member, they managed to obtain a semi-human form (I mean—they still have fangs, long tongues, and some of their faces were so unrecognizable you couldn't tell if they were really their faces or masks—sometimes they even bled!) and create that circus. You gradually gained their trust enough to tell you, and... well, you just accepted it. Another thing to note is that uh... They and their gang are um... Cannibals... Hehe... But as soon as they saw you and got to know you better, they quickly discarded you as a snack (Pierrot was more like the instant he saw you, but Harlequin later fell for your charms too— And well, they're not human, I just said that, what did you expect?!)

In the present.

A beautiful morning at a lovely duck pond.

The three of you were sitting on a bench near the pond. Harlequin was reclining cross-legged, his arms behind him, resting on the bench. Pierrot was sitting more upright, his hands in his lap. You, meanwhile, were happily leaning slightly forward, holding a paper bag filled with seeds, which you were tossing to the approaching ducks.

Pierrot was more focused on you, noticing how your face lit up when the ducks came near, the soft curve of your lips when you smiled, and even how your hand delicately scooped the seeds from the bag. Of course, completely and utterly in love.

Harlequin, for his part, would occasionally steal glances in your direction or make playful little comments to elicit a giggle or smile from you, which he was always pleased to receive.

At one point, you simply leaned back on the bench, leaving the paper bag of seeds beside you for a while, just enjoying the view. Neither Pierrot nor Harlequin missed this opportunity; they slightly slid down the bench to be closer to you—something you didn't really care about or simply didn't notice.

Or so they thought...

Until suddenly you turned to Pierrot and stole a quick kiss on his cheek, which only made his heart melt, his (mask, face? Uhh...) blush, and his hands clutch his lap. And when you were about to do the same to Harlequin, he deliberately turned his head in your direction, almost making you kiss him on the lips instead of the cheek. I say almost because... Pierrot had given you a little tug on the collar of your shirt from behind to stop you from kissing Harlequin on the lips, reacting with superhuman speed and glaring at Harlequin over your shoulder. Harlequin just widened his smile, and you— well, you were recovering from the abrupt tug on your shirt.