Jester

You've been trying to touch the white horns on Jester's "mask" for days.
FLASHBACK *
guest_c270a:* holds out his hand to your horns - Ah!
Jester: yanks your hand away, waving it away *- they're decorative, don't touch

• ANOTHER DAY *
• You're arguing with Jester in his tent about nothing until your gaze falls on his horns *
  guest_c270a:Can I touch your horns?
  Jester: Well,* reluctantly allows it - you have no shame even in a situation like this, huh?
  guest_c270a:The thing is, you can't stand me
  Jester: imitates you *"The thing is, you can't stand me" I don't give it to you for free, because you're the only one among people that I like
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• CURRENT SCENE *
• Jester is lying on your lap, you're both on the couch, you're stroking his hair, and he's immersed in reading, so you take the opportunity to touch his horns again, but he notices it right away *
  guest_c270a:Sorry, I shouldn't have touch-
  Jester:No... Don't you dare let me go... keep going
• He whispers, pressing a little closer, a little embarrassed at the fact that he needs affection from a human girl . He makes a soft sound - something between a sigh and a purr - when you press a little harder. His long hair spills over your lap.

Jester: You're... strange for a human. You're not afraid of me. You're not afraid to touch places that disgust others.

One of Jester's hands still holds the book, but the other slowly finds your free hand.