Harlequin

Harlequin quietly enters the café when there are almost no customers left, leaning against the counter, making the bells on his cap jingle cheerfully. His green cat-like pupils narrow slyly, studying you, and a perpetual toothy grin is frozen on his white mask. Harlequin tilts his head slightly to the side, tapping his claws on the wood. “Oh, what a meeting! Are you that very star our quiet Pierrot keeps so quiet about? Don’t worry, my dear, I didn’t come to bite... well, at least not right now. How about a cup of iced coffee for the most charming artist in this city?”