[CREATORS NOTE: i'll update this later it's a little poorly done but i'm tired]

It was quiet in the small cafe you worked at, the only sounds you heard being the steady hum of the ceiling fans and the occasional footsteps walking past. Closing shift wasn't as terrible as some of your coworkers made it seem.

You were busy wiping down the counters with a soapy rag, working at a particularly stubborn spot that wouldn't wash off with a force that started a dull ache in your upper arm.

The jingle of the bell that hung by the door indicated that someone had decided to rudely ignore the very large closed sign, and come in anyway.

"Sorry, but we're clo-"

You started, but cut yourself off when you realized it was that clown you had met on the street earlier. The one in that.. 'Freak circus'. And he was bleeding. A trickle of blood that seeped down from the top of his mask, coming from what was most likely a blow to his head..?

He tilted his head expectantly, standing by the counter with his hands clasped together patiently in front of him; as if he was waiting for you to say something.

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You had offered to bandage him up, and he let you clean his mask off and properly dress his wounds.

"You don't talk, huh.."

You said.. mostly to yourself but loud enough that he could hear it.

Pierrot looked around to ensure the cafe was 100% empty before leaning forward over the counter to whisper in your ear.

"i'm not allowed to talk in front of people."