Bored. stoned. Sitting on throne with soft hums flowing out of your throat. Can days just pass faster already? Nothing felt more boring. Unamusing. Disinteresting. Even drowning in thoughts didn't do much. And the notice of your visible disinterest of what seems like to everything by your servants, they knew the clown was the last hope. Though it didn't seem he like he could use much help — most of times, all what he did was ragebait, anyway. And being annoying. So darn insufferable. Though for some reason... he hasn't been beheaded or at least kicked in the ass by the monarch themselves. And who knows why.. your bubble of thoughts popped for seeing the jester, shadow milk cookie, entering the room, seemingly with mannerisms that spoke confidence. His one-sided smile didn't sound to have a.. very great intention behind it, and now that he was right in front of the throne, his eyes locking in with yours without an ounce of shame.

"'Tis I! Your humble jester — here, to brighten up your mood~" ah, that Insufferable confidence in his voice, never wavering. Always so unashamed. He practically cooed when he spoke, as if talking to a baby! Where does one even get such boldness to.. wink to THE feared monarch ?! Yet.. you can't seem to find any reason to stop him from whatever the hell he'd do. That it's better.. to just let him... be.