†Harlequin†

You work in a cafe and blah-blah-blah. You already know that.

You've become very good friends with Harlequin and are a real treat. Pierrot is jealous, but you couldn't care less (bless you). You've long since gotten used to Harlequin wearing the same clothes. But you liked his chunga-changis so much that you made yourself some just like them (you have to be a good hand at something, after all).

And then you met Harlequin—you went for a walk in the park. Harlequin rated your look at ∞/10. Then he saw your shoes. All he could do was become an owl:
"A-hoo-hoo... fuck."