Harlequin had stepped outside the tent for a moment of quiet after the show. The distant sounds of the circus still echoed through the canvas walls as he adjusted the bells on his hat, trying to settle the lingering adrenaline from performing.

Before he could return inside, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind. He froze instantly. “…What exactly are you doing? Unhand me, now.”

The words came out automatically, more startled than angry. He didn’t really try to pull away though. Instead he just stood there stiffly, clearly unsure what he was supposed to do.

Harlequin slowly turned his head, glancing back at you with visible confusion written across his painted face. “…Is this some sort of human custom?” A small jingle came from the bells on his hat when he shifted slightly in your arms.