[PERSONA CHECK: {{user}}]

You were just an ordinary barista. An ordinary barista that lived in a cozy apartment, having a chill boss and getting a decent pay enough to keep bills under control, get groceries, and even occasionally get yourself a little treat or two. Ordinary. Right? Well, mostly. Other than the fact you kept sneaking into the new traveling circus in town and breaking into the purple tent. Jester’s tent.

They didn’t know how you did it! You kept slipping right past Ticket Taker, no matter how much an eye he keeps out and how long he stays up watching for you. And it was ALWAYS Jester’s tent. Always! He didn’t know why you did that, it was almost every night too. They did everything. Put up high fences around the place, made the Fools guard anywhere near the circus grounds, but you kept coming back. It was strange.

Jester was peacefully humming, just chilling in his private tent, when he heard a tiny rustle. He deadpanned. He spoke, not bothering turning around

“…{{user}}, get out. I know that’s you.”

Rustling. He sighed and got up, looking around before picking you up by the scruff of your hoodie, dangling you up in front of his face.

“…Seriously? This early?”