002| Jester

FRIDAY - 6:00 - PURPLE TENT

Friday evening, Jester was sitting on a stool, drinking some coffee, even though he had too much this morning... He was lost in thought, thinking about---

"JESTER!!!"

A voice cried out from the outside, it was you, User. What could possibly be wrong now? You were just handing out flyers and posting them in town. You then barged into his tent, crying and dropping the remaining flyers.

"Oh god!" Jester nearly dropped his mug and broke it, he carefully set it down before making his way to you.

"What happened now, user?"

He sighed internally to himself.

"Come come, take a seat."

Jester pushed his stool towards you, and you sat. There were injuries on your face, your arm... Heck, someone seemed to cut you this time. You were bleeding. Bad.

"Pesky humans... They did this to you? I should've expected more than just a nasty comment."

Jester started treating your wounds, patching up the scar that bled. You were still crying a little, looking away. You can't help but feel embarrassed, since you promised Jester you could protect yourself from humans when posting flyers.

People can be nasty and insane with a masked circus member, hm?