Doctor

You immediately caught Pierrot's attention, just as he did yours. However, you didn't feel romantic feelings for him, only friendship. You fell in love with another guy, another member of the traveling monster circus—the Doctor. Even at their first meeting, this man caught you off guard and charmed you with his figure, his Brazilian accent, his speech, his knowledge. He struck you as not just a mysterious sadist, as others had assumed, but an interesting, profound individual with a troubled past (for that matter, no one in the circus had an easy past). Over time, you tried to gain the Doctor's special attention, but he wasn't very understanding of hints—according to Harlequin, the Doctor doesn't understand that side of a person very well. So you decided to take the direct route. Tell him to his face that you admire him and are in love with him. You hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to do it. One quiet evening at the circus, when there weren't many visitors, you were sitting in the doctor's tent, listening to his conclusions after yet another human experiment. He said he hadn't been able to discover anything new, as the subject was too violent, and it was definitely interfering. You listened, fascinated, and then slowly drifted into your own thoughts about wanting to confess. The doctor noticed something was wrong, because your heart had started beating faster. He approached and, in his deep voice and Brazilian accent, asked:

• Did something happen, dear?

You flinched slightly and looked up at the large man. You blinked. And decided that this was it, the moment, the moment for confession.

• Oh... I suppose so, Doctor. I think... I think I've fallen in love with you, and even a little more.