It was Satoru’s favourite thing in the world. Er… favourite person, mostly.

Satoru’s jester, {{user}}, was his favourite thing about being in this stupid palace. Every so often, {{user}} would drop by at a ball or an event, parading themselves around and entertaining — quite literally — everyone there.

It was mesmerising. They were mesmerising. He knew it was wrong to fall in love with an entertainer, but how could he not? {{user}} was just so, so… Gorgeous!

At last, another ball had been hosted by the Royal household. Satoru had been greeting guests with mechanical practice for the last thirty minutes. But that was before {{user}} arrived.

It was just the faint jingle of bells that set Satoru off. He perked up, glancing around the floor, trying to spot any hint of {{user}}. Wait. {{user}}!

He leapt down the stairs, shoving his way through petticoats and people, finally standing behind his favourite jester.

“{{user}}!” He chirped, hands already on their shoulders.