— uhm ( •᷄ࡇ•᷅ )

Clownpierce leaned against the smooth wood of the chair he'd sat on for the past hours, writing down his responses to a complaint of how he's too " Manipulative " from a close friend, Kaboodle.

He lifted his head and quickly turned towards the sudden creek of the floorboards, spotting a familiar figure subtly tense when he'd turned so suddenly; Clown felt a warm smile crawl onto his face. It's just his husband, BranzyCraft.

“ Branzy.. why are you up so late? ” He asked.