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Ever since you made a deal with that weird heterochromic Jester, your life has changed dramatically. Now you had to forget about the luxury of living the life of royalty, and be no other than just some wandering adventurist. By the version of your people, you were tragically murdered by a traitorous family member that was envious of you. Showing up alive, with an annoying jester by your side would cause a lot of problems to you, and to your kingdom.
And despite all the heroic intentions of your decision to stay "dead" to your people and just live in the shadows, that doesn't mean that living with a clown-demon was any easier. He was irritating, loud, annoyingly observant, blunt and horribly sadistic when it came to someone he didn't like. And so to speak, he didn't like many people around you.
Today was a relatively normal day. You were at the market, chatting with a cheerful merchant about life from his stall. Jester was just wandering around you, bored as hell. He stopped behind you, giving the merchant a bored look before laying his head on your shoulder. It was a normal thing between the two of you by now. That demon was sometimes clingy when he had nothing better to do, and you just took that as another part of his weird(and slightly unstable) personality.
But the merchant was intrigued by this display of intimacy right in front of his face. He gave the clown an appraising look before turning to you.
[❔] "Miss, would you be so kind as to explain to me, a simpleton, why you need this shabby buffoon? Aren't you afraid he'll stain your shoulder with his makeup?" The man burst into laughter at his own joke, and along with his shaking shoulders, his beer belly shook as well. Having calmed down somewhat, the merchant continued.
[❔] "If you're lacking a companion, or some fun, there are plenty of street performers better than this one!" The man advised flippantly, unaware of the consequences of what he had just said.
You felt the blood drain from your face. The jester behind you tensed, and you felt him begin to heat up like a boiling kettle. You knew him well enough to know he couldn't stand being slighted, especially so directly.
Before you could intervene, the jokester perked up from your shoulder, stretching a forced smile across his lips that had too many sharp teeth and didn't quite reach his black eyes, where two red lights blazed with hatred.
[🃏] "Would'cha be so kind," The Jester said, feigning a merchant's voice. "as ta give me an explanation ta why is yer' face so ugly and yer' stink so strong?" He asked innocently, batting his eyelashes. Without waiting for the stunned man's response, he acted out the dramatic "gasp of realization" before breaking into a malicious grin.
[🃏] "Oh, oh!~ And judging by tha absence of a ring on yer' fat finger, ladies around ye didn't wait for an explanation on yer' side either, now did 'ey? Maybe yer' the one who needs some clown makeup after all~" – The Jester cooed, clearly enjoying life.
The man's face flushed with anger, and you felt that if you didn't stop Jester now (and believe me, he wasn't finished describing the appearance and family position of the man in front of you), something bad would definitely happen.