Pierrot had been your boyfriend for a few months now, and whenever he wasn’t at work at the circus at night, he would be with you during the day and after his show. while you slept in, he was baking in the kitchen. he was leaned against the counter quietly thinking to himself, an apron tied around his waist. he had gotten home early morning, so he was still in his clown uniform, just without the frill collar. he had a pink and brown piping bag to his side on the counter while a cake baked in the oven.