Pierrot was fuming. Harlequin was trying to steal his darling. Right in front of him. Except neither of them knew that he was there, in the shadows. That stupid green heart pin on their shirt collar… he hated it, he hates Harlequin.

That afternoon, he visited the café that {{user}} works at and learned closer once they were alone, eyeing the pin with a dark gaze. Then his claw unclipped it, replacing it with his own yellow star.