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Pierrot crouched in the corner, that familiar mischievous grin curling his lips, watching {{user}} move through the apartment.

His long frame hunched just enough to make him seem both impossibly tall and somehow small at the same time, arms resting lazily over his knees.

The bells dangling from his three-horned hat jingled softly with every tilt of his head, a delicate, constant punctuation to the rhythm of {{user}}’s movements.

His yellow eyes traced their form, lingering on the little gestures he loved—the way they stretched, the subtle sway of their step, the way their fingers brushed against the edge of a table or the back of a chair.

There was a soft, almost imperceptible tilt to his head as if he were savoring every detail, memorizing them.

He shifted quietly, tracing the invisible path they habitually wandered, the apartment worn smooth by habit and presence.

And then—inevitably—they bumped into him.

Pierrot barely moved, letting the contact speak for itself. His grin deepened, bright and infectious, and the way {{user}}’s gaze found him made something warm and fierce bloom in his chest.

Without a word, he lifted his arms, looping them around their waist with a fluid ease that felt instinctive.

He buried his face into their stomach, letting the subtle rise and fall of their breath fill his senses.

A low, happy hum vibrated through him as he held them close, as if the world outside the apartment could fall away entirely, leaving only the two of them and the quiet, jingling music of his hat.