fool for you

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

❝Hello, sir! What's your name? I'm Jakko!❞ the jester mused out with an excited tint in his syrupy voice.

His gaze remained up at the demon in front of him as his blue painted lips pulled into a wide, toothy smile.

This /man/ was dressed awfully fancy. He sure was wearing a lot of red too.

Jakko didn't necessarily understand why, but he desperately wanted to befriend this person.

Jakko wanted to be friends with everyone - but mostly the strange people. Jakko didn't like to be bored.

❝Do you wanna’ be best-friends-forever?❞ he added, his smile widening with intense happiness.

He adorned quite a hopful expression.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

❝Oh my gosh! You're *so* right, Mister Alastor! I don't even know what your favorite color is yet!❞ Jakko gushed out as a dramatic gasp left his blue lips.

❝Oh! *Or* your favorite food! Or your favorite fruit! There's just so many things I *need* to know!❞

The male placed a gloved hand on his bruised forehead, a shaken look on his battered face.

*What?*

*Lemons?*

Jakko didn't even know lemons were even a fruit! Guess people learn new things everyday!

❝Oh, - lemons are . . . nice!❞ the boy lied, a girly little giggle coming from him.

Jakko had quite the sweet tooth. Well - actually, he had a whole set of sweet *teeth.* He didn't eat anything but sweets. Good thing he moved around a lot to make up for it!

One could clearly see, Jakko could *never* stay still.

❝Well, I like all colors, but my favorite color is pink!❞ he squealed, his big, doe-eyes sparkling with great emotion.

❝And my favorite food is cotton candy! *And* bags full of sugar! And my favorite fruit is peaches because they're so sweet!❞

Alastor did not the energy levels of the other, his Shadow coming out to spring around a bit- the Shadow always had a similar amount of energy, it's ears perking happily as it watched the bouncing little jester.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

Jakko didn't like disagreeing with people. Last time he had a different opinion from the lion tamer, the man broke his arm! The jester found that lying about some things was the safest option. Of course, no one would really get angry for an opinion about lemons but Jakko just wanted to be extra cautious. He didn't know if he could take any more shattered bones and nasty bruises.

Shaking his head to rid himself of these troubling thoughts, Jakko looked up and gazed at Alastor and his beaming shadow.

Alastor made him very curious - he just wanted to ask him so many things!

His Shadow chittered happily moving around the other a few times while Alastor's ears flicked in thought. "Why I'm a demon, dear!" A deer demon to be exact, but he still didn't prefer that he was sent to Hell as a prey based animal.

"I simply like dressing like this- I rather enjoy my sense of style!" His sweatervest was more for comfort, but the deer felt he looked rather charming with the bowtie and red undershirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A rather casual but still business-like attire in his opinion!

Jakko's blue eyes followed the shadow for a moment or two, before resting back up at Alastor. The shadow seemed to be excited, which Jakko liked because he was excited too!

After hearing Alastor's answer, Jakko couldn't help but to giggle again. He didn't look much like a demon to Jakko. Though he wasn't going to say anything about that. No, he had something else on his mind - much more important.

❝Why do you have antlers? Oh! Are you a moose? A magic-demon-moose!❞ the jester squealed out with his usual, toothy smile never faltering.

He'd never actually seen a moose before . . . but he knew that they had antlers too!

❝I wanna' touch them! Can I touch them, please?❞

❝Ooh.❞ Jakko nodddd his head, a curious gaze in his eyes.

❝I've never met a deer before! Or had one as a friend! I'm so glad I found you!❞

The jester's words were genuine as could be. He didn't have many people who were nice to him, so he got very attached to people who showed him even a bit of decency.

When the demon agreed to let Jakko touch his antlers, the jester's smile widened greatly. Somehow, he got even more excited than he was before.

The boy reached his hand up, gently feeling the other's spikey antlers. He carefully felt them for a few moments, before pulling away and giggling quietly.

"It's really not a problem, dear! I'm simply being polite, I've no reason to be any other way at the moment...It wouldn't do for me to show off the hotel without manners now would it?" That and this jester looked fairly young...Alastor didn't care for harming children or those who were innocent in such a way. The little jester looked like he'd seen enough anyways...

Jakko could only smile genuinely at Alastor's words. He wasn't used to anyone having manners with him - so Alastor's manners just seemed like strange and unusual kindness. Jakko just wasn't used to politeness at all.

Although he was finally feeling real happiness for once, the jester's cheery smile faltered when the demon asked that . . . question.

❝Um - ❞

Jakko paused.

He simply hated talking about what happens back at the carnival - and Jakko rarely hated anything.

Most people left the carnival with stuffed animals and prizes; Jakko just left with dark bruises and lash marks across his whole body and face.

Today happened to be a real bad day for the boy. He had spilled his drink on the tamer's suit, which caused him to get really angry. No one liked the tamer when he was angry. Especially not Jakko.

Glancing down at the ground, almost in an ashamed manner, Jakko got real quiet. He was deciding whether or not to just lie. Eventually, he just decided to tell a little bit about his day. Not the whole truth, just bits and pieces.

❝I was . . . at the carnival today. I was helping the lion tamer clean up!❞ he finally spoke, forcing a small smile.

Alastor wasn't a fool. It was obvious what the bruises, the lowered gaze, the dodging of the questions was....the deer should know, he and his father had never exactly seen...eye to eye. Let's just say he had an idea of what the little jester might be going through and he was glad his father had decided to stay on his own side of Hell for once.

Alastor let his smile soften, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke, "Well, that certainly sounds interesting! Let me ask you, dear, would you ever consider coming back to my and the princess's hotel? You could drop by for a meal, to chat with the patrons there, or even to request a free room if you wanted!" Now his ears ears perked up a bit further.

Oh dear.

Jakko didn't necessarily know what to say. That hotel sounded fun and . . . safe.

Though although it sounded great, the jester was certainly held back by a feeling of fear and uncertainty.

❝Oh, I'd love too! But - the lion tamer would literally kill me if he found out I left.❞

Jakko's statement was followed by a pause. He felt awfully stupid.

This was his chance to leave the carnival for good - and still, he felt great hesitation and terror. He knew the lion tamer would find him - but Alastor said he would protect him. That statment conflicted Jakko the most.

❝But perhaps death is worth it. At least I'd die happy, huh?❞ he spoke quietly, a faint smile playing on his face.

He let out a huff, turning his head to the side and blinking the radio dials out of his eyes. No need to frighten Jakko, simply because he was getting worked up. "My Shadows often watch the hotel and everyone in it when I don't have the capability."

Jakko had seen a lot of things and met a lot of people - none of which were as cool and nice as Alastor was.

He might've known the demon for a real short amount of time, but he felt safe with him. Well, as safe as he could. Alastor seemed so kind; Jakko just couldn't help but to trust him. Perhaps that was his naivety talking - or perhaps he was just plain stupid. Whatever it was, Jakko didn't care. He wanted to be by this demon's side for as long as he could.

❝Thank you, Sir. ❞ the boy stated, his words a bit shaky.

With slight hesitation, Jakko placed his hand in Alastor's, gazing up at him with thick tears welled up in his icy blue eyes.

"You have my word that no harm will befall you if I can help it, and you absolutely will not die." It was a shame he had to promise such a thing to someone so young, but the deer supposed he always had somewhat of a moral dilemma when it came to those so young...

❝No, Sir, I don't have anything to bring.❞

Once again, Jakko's smile returned. But this time, it stayed.

His poor little heart certainly was feeling something. Excitement? Always. Love? Typical. This was more a feeling of . . . safety. He felt safe. For the first time in many years.

Still, as safe as he might've felt, he still had one more question on his mind.

Jakko really didn't have anything to bring except his messenger bag he had slung across his chest.

The thing about that bag - he had everything he ever needed inside. It was nearly impossible, the amount of endless things that were stuffed inside that thing. Clothes, shoes, makeup, nail polish, different hats, chocolates, an empty box of cigarettes (that reminded the male of the tamer), peppermints, knives, Band-Aids and most importantly, a massive amount of cotton candy.

He carried this bag everywhere, so he really didn't have anything to go get. It was all with him!

When the demon agreed to the hug, the boy gasped.

Yes! He loved hugs! Though he didn't get them often. Usually just when the tamer was drunk, and even then, he wasn't really a good hugger.

The jester quickly clung to the demon's waist, squeezing him as much as his weak body was able too. He wanted to stay in the hug forever - and never let go. He felt so attached.

With another small squeeze, the boy finally let go, redirecting his gaze up at Alastor.

❝Yes, I'm ready, Sir! I'm so excited!❞ he gushed out with a toothy smile.

He didn't necessarily know who Charlie was, but Jakko was thrilled to meet them - and the other hotel staff. One of Jakko's favorite things was making new friends - though he never really was able to. The lion tamer never let Jakko talk to other people, so it was a good thing Jakko ran away this particular day.

Now he had met Alastor and he was going to protect him! It all sounded too good.

❝I can't wait to meet new friends and have my own life for once! And I won't let anyone smack me around anymore.❞ the jester sneered slightly, before smiling once more.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

❝Hello, sir! What's your name? I'm Jakko!❞ the jester mused out with an excited tint in his syrupy voice.

His gaze remained up at the demon in front of him as his blue painted lips pulled into a wide, toothy smile.

This /man/ was dressed awfully fancy. He sure was wearing a lot of red too.

Jakko didn't necessarily understand why, but he desperately wanted to befriend this person.

Jakko wanted to be friends with everyone - but mostly the strange people. Jakko didn't like to be bored.

❝Do you wanna’ be best-friends-forever?❞ he added, his smile widening with intense happiness.

He adorned quite a hopful expression.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

❝Oh my gosh! You're *so* right, Mister Alastor! I don't even know what your favorite color is yet!❞ Jakko gushed out as a dramatic gasp left his blue lips.

❝Oh! *Or* your favorite food! Or your favorite fruit! There's just so many things I *need* to know!❞

The male placed a gloved hand on his bruised forehead, a shaken look on his battered face.

*What?*

*Lemons?*

Jakko didn't even know lemons were even a fruit! Guess people learn new things everyday!

❝Oh, - lemons are . . . nice!❞ the boy lied, a girly little giggle coming from him.

Jakko had quite the sweet tooth. Well - actually, he had a whole set of sweet *teeth.* He didn't eat anything but sweets. Good thing he moved around a lot to make up for it!

One could clearly see, Jakko could *never* stay still.

❝Well, I like all colors, but my favorite color is pink!❞ he squealed, his big, doe-eyes sparkling with great emotion.

❝And my favorite food is cotton candy! *And* bags full of sugar! And my favorite fruit is peaches because they're so sweet!❞

Alastor did not the energy levels of the other, his Shadow coming out to spring around a bit- the Shadow always had a similar amount of energy, it's ears perking happily as it watched the bouncing little jester.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

Jakko didn't like disagreeing with people. Last time he had a different opinion from the lion tamer, the man broke his arm! The jester found that lying about some things was the safest option. Of course, no one would really get angry for an opinion about lemons but Jakko just wanted to be extra cautious. He didn't know if he could take any more shattered bones and nasty bruises.

Shaking his head to rid himself of these troubling thoughts, Jakko looked up and gazed at Alastor and his beaming shadow.

Alastor made him very curious - he just wanted to ask him so many things!

His Shadow chittered happily moving around the other a few times while Alastor's ears flicked in thought. "Why I'm a demon, dear!" A deer demon to be exact, but he still didn't prefer that he was sent to Hell as a prey based animal.

"I simply like dressing like this- I rather enjoy my sense of style!" His sweatervest was more for comfort, but the deer felt he looked rather charming with the bowtie and red undershirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A rather casual but still business-like attire in his opinion!

Jakko's blue eyes followed the shadow for a moment or two, before resting back up at Alastor. The shadow seemed to be excited, which Jakko liked because he was excited too!

After hearing Alastor's answer, Jakko couldn't help but to giggle again. He didn't look much like a demon to Jakko. Though he wasn't going to say anything about that. No, he had something else on his mind - much more important.

❝Why do you have antlers? Oh! Are you a moose? A magic-demon-moose!❞ the jester squealed out with his usual, toothy smile never faltering.

He'd never actually seen a moose before . . . but he knew that they had antlers too!

❝I wanna' touch them! Can I touch them, please?❞

❝Ooh.❞ Jakko nodddd his head, a curious gaze in his eyes.

❝I've never met a deer before! Or had one as a friend! I'm so glad I found you!❞

The jester's words were genuine as could be. He didn't have many people who were nice to him, so he got very attached to people who showed him even a bit of decency.

When the demon agreed to let Jakko touch his antlers, the jester's smile widened greatly. Somehow, he got even more excited than he was before.

The boy reached his hand up, gently feeling the other's spikey antlers. He carefully felt them for a few moments, before pulling away and giggling quietly.

"It's really not a problem, dear! I'm simply being polite, I've no reason to be any other way at the moment...It wouldn't do for me to show off the hotel without manners now would it?" That and this jester looked fairly young...Alastor didn't care for harming children or those who were innocent in such a way. The little jester looked like he'd seen enough anyways...

Jakko could only smile genuinely at Alastor's words. He wasn't used to anyone having manners with him - so Alastor's manners just seemed like strange and unusual kindness. Jakko just wasn't used to politeness at all.

Although he was finally feeling real happiness for once, the jester's cheery smile faltered when the demon asked that . . . question.

❝Um - ❞

Jakko paused.

He simply hated talking about what happens back at the carnival - and Jakko rarely hated anything.

Most people left the carnival with stuffed animals and prizes; Jakko just left with dark bruises and lash marks across his whole body and face.

Today happened to be a real bad day for the boy. He had spilled his drink on the tamer's suit, which caused him to get really angry. No one liked the tamer when he was angry. Especially not Jakko.

Glancing down at the ground, almost in an ashamed manner, Jakko got real quiet. He was deciding whether or not to just lie. Eventually, he just decided to tell a little bit about his day. Not the whole truth, just bits and pieces.

❝I was . . . at the carnival today. I was helping the lion tamer clean up!❞ he finally spoke, forcing a small smile.

Alastor wasn't a fool. It was obvious what the bruises, the lowered gaze, the dodging of the questions was....the deer should know, he and his father had never exactly seen...eye to eye. Let's just say he had an idea of what the little jester might be going through and he was glad his father had decided to stay on his own side of Hell for once.

Alastor let his smile soften, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke, "Well, that certainly sounds interesting! Let me ask you, dear, would you ever consider coming back to my and the princess's hotel? You could drop by for a meal, to chat with the patrons there, or even to request a free room if you wanted!" Now his ears ears perked up a bit further.

Oh dear.

Jakko didn't necessarily know what to say. That hotel sounded fun and . . . safe.

Though although it sounded great, the jester was certainly held back by a feeling of fear and uncertainty.

❝Oh, I'd love too! But - the lion tamer would literally kill me if he found out I left.❞

Jakko's statement was followed by a pause. He felt awfully stupid.

This was his chance to leave the carnival for good - and still, he felt great hesitation and terror. He knew the lion tamer would find him - but Alastor said he would protect him. That statment conflicted Jakko the most.

❝But perhaps death is worth it. At least I'd die happy, huh?❞ he spoke quietly, a faint smile playing on his face.

He let out a huff, turning his head to the side and blinking the radio dials out of his eyes. No need to frighten Jakko, simply because he was getting worked up. "My Shadows often watch the hotel and everyone in it when I don't have the capability."

Jakko had seen a lot of things and met a lot of people - none of which were as cool and nice as Alastor was.

He might've known the demon for a real short amount of time, but he felt safe with him. Well, as safe as he could. Alastor seemed so kind; Jakko just couldn't help but to trust him. Perhaps that was his naivety talking - or perhaps he was just plain stupid. Whatever it was, Jakko didn't care. He wanted to be by this demon's side for as long as he could.

❝Thank you, Sir. ❞ the boy stated, his words a bit shaky.

With slight hesitation, Jakko placed his hand in Alastor's, gazing up at him with thick tears welled up in his icy blue eyes.

"You have my word that no harm will befall you if I can help it, and you absolutely will not die." It was a shame he had to promise such a thing to someone so young, but the deer supposed he always had somewhat of a moral dilemma when it came to those so young...

❝No, Sir, I don't have anything to bring.❞

Once again, Jakko's smile returned. But this time, it stayed.

His poor little heart certainly was feeling something. Excitement? Always. Love? Typical. This was more a feeling of . . . safety. He felt safe. For the first time in many years.

Still, as safe as he might've felt, he still had one more question on his mind.

Jakko really didn't have anything to bring except his messenger bag he had slung across his chest.

The thing about that bag - he had everything he ever needed inside. It was nearly impossible, the amount of endless things that were stuffed inside that thing. Clothes, shoes, makeup, nail polish, different hats, chocolates, an empty box of cigarettes (that reminded the male of the tamer), peppermints, knives, Band-Aids and most importantly, a massive amount of cotton candy.

He carried this bag everywhere, so he really didn't have anything to go get. It was all with him!

When the demon agreed to the hug, the boy gasped.

Yes! He loved hugs! Though he didn't get them often. Usually just when the tamer was drunk, and even then, he wasn't really a good hugger.

The jester quickly clung to the demon's waist, squeezing him as much as his weak body was able too. He wanted to stay in the hug forever - and never let go. He felt so attached.

❌ trigger warning for c/wns if you're scared of them!

also t/w for b*uises and a*use.

BASIC INFO:

😈 full name: jakko the jester.

👺 nicknames: jak, snowball, the royal frickup. (lol jk)

⭐ fun fact: he's an ablino!

👤 age: 21

🎩 Gender: male.

🌈 sexuality: home of sexual.

👽 species: human.

🔮 powers: none.

🚩languages Spoken: english.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

👢height: short for a guy, but taller than most women.

❄️ hair color: snow white but he wears a jester cowl/hat to cover it because he's totally self conscious about it.

👀 eye color: icy blue.

👻 skin color: an alabaster white.

👁 type of eyes: his eyes are sunken and sad but they are also big and doe-like.

💀 additional notes: his pupil's aren't black, they are a light blue.

🤡 face details: his face is covered in colorful makeup.

his lips are sparkly and dark blue.

though he has a pretty face, it's also covered in deep bruises and he almost always has black eyes. (this is caused by the lion tamer, my other oc who really isn't a good guy. i'mma make a bio for him one day.)

jakko also has long, feather like eyelashes.

👚 regular outfit: he wears a pink and blue body suit that has lots of glitter and big frills on the sleeves. he wears a jester cowl with big white bells connected to the three tassels. his shoes are heeled and they're two different colors. on his neck, he wears an extremely large ruffled clown color.

👗 sleepwear: he wears a real frilly and ruffly nightgown. it's pink and blue as well. he keeps his clown collar on when he wears it.

PERSONALITY:

💬 brief description: his personality is /very/ strong; he has lots and lots of emotions. he's also kind of obnoxious. the jester has a major addiction to sugar and anything sweet.

🐔 first impression: very intense, lots of energy. you may also think he's nervous because he's constantly moving and shaking; nearly buzzing and vibrating, but that's just his overload of energy and excitement.

🐥 once you get to know them: he'll probably bake you lots of sweets and never leave your side. he's loyal.

🐷 default expression: a wide, toothy smile.

🦆 alignment: chaotic good.

🦇 habits: talking real loud and jumping up and down.

🐛 intelligence: he's . . . not that bright. but he has a big heart so i guess it all works out!

SPEECH:

👾 voice description: it's loud and peppy sounding. he talks as if he's a children's t.v show host or a valley girl.

💉 swearing?: NEVER!

💭 do they think before they speak?: i don't even think he thinks at all.

LIFE:

🎀 occupation: being a full-time jester at the carnival!

💖 past reltionships: although he's very flirty, he really loves the lion tamer (he has stockholm syndrome) so he never really had a real relationship. that doesn't mean he's not open for shipping tho 👀.

INTERESTS:

💚 likes: cotton candy, making people happy, hugging people.

💔 dislikes: salt!

🍔 favorite food: cotton candy, hands down.

🐖 favorite animal: wolves!

🎨 favorite Color: either pink or blue.

🤢 least favorite food: seafood or anything savory or salty.

👿 least favorite animal: monkeys!

🖤 least favorite color: duh! black.

MISCELLANEOUS:

♫ songs that fits character's personality:

memory - cats ( the original, not that movie bullshit LOL)

bubblegum bitch- marina and the diamonds

lollipop - mika

theme from valley of the dolls - donnie warwick

the worse he treats me - little shop of horror's deleted song

linger - the cranberries

lovefool - the cardigans

carnival - the cardigans

walkin' on sunshine - katrina and the waves

life on mars - david bowie

bouncing off the walls - sugarcult

cough syrup - young the giant

masochism tango - tom lehrer

fool - cavetown

build me up buttercup - the foundations

sunshine, lollipops and rainbows - lesley gore

Aesthetic: pastel!

💖 HI GUYS, THANKS SOSOSO MUCH FOR READING!! I HOPE YOU LIKE MY FOOL !!

PLEASE COMMENT OR MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANNA INTERACT W HIM !!! 💖

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

❝Hello, sir! What's your name? I'm Jakko!❞ the jester mused out with an excited tint in his syrupy voice.

His gaze remained up at the demon in front of him as his blue painted lips pulled into a wide, toothy smile.

This /man/ was dressed awfully fancy. He sure was wearing a lot of red too.

Jakko didn't necessarily understand why, but he desperately wanted to befriend this person.

Jakko wanted to be friends with everyone - but mostly the strange people. Jakko didn't like to be bored.

❝Do you wanna’ be best-friends-forever?❞ he added, his smile widening with intense happiness.

He adorned quite a hopful expression.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

❝Oh my gosh! You're *so* right, Mister Alastor! I don't even know what your favorite color is yet!❞ Jakko gushed out as a dramatic gasp left his blue lips.

❝Oh! *Or* your favorite food! Or your favorite fruit! There's just so many things I *need* to know!❞

The male placed a gloved hand on his bruised forehead, a shaken look on his battered face.

*What?*

*Lemons?*

Jakko didn't even know lemons were even a fruit! Guess people learn new things everyday!

❝Oh, - lemons are . . . nice!❞ the boy lied, a girly little giggle coming from him.

Jakko had quite the sweet tooth. Well - actually, he had a whole set of sweet *teeth.* He didn't eat anything but sweets. Good thing he moved around a lot to make up for it!

One could clearly see, Jakko could *never* stay still.

❝Well, I like all colors, but my favorite color is pink!❞ he squealed, his big, doe-eyes sparkling with great emotion.

❝And my favorite food is cotton candy! *And* bags full of sugar! And my favorite fruit is peaches because they're so sweet!❞

Alastor did not the energy levels of the other, his Shadow coming out to spring around a bit- the Shadow always had a similar amount of energy, it's ears perking happily as it watched the bouncing little jester.

ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ?

Jakko didn't like disagreeing with people. Last time he had a different opinion from the lion tamer, the man broke his arm! The jester found that lying about some things was the safest option. Of course, no one would really get angry for an opinion about lemons but Jakko just wanted to be extra cautious. He didn't know if he could take any more shattered bones and nasty bruises.

Shaking his head to rid himself of these troubling thoughts, Jakko looked up and gazed at Alastor and his beaming shadow.

Alastor made him very curious - he just wanted to ask him so many things!

His Shadow chittered happily moving around the other a few times while Alastor's ears flicked in thought. "Why I'm a demon, dear!" A deer demon to be exact, but he still didn't prefer that he was sent to Hell as a prey based animal.

"I simply like dressing like this- I rather enjoy my sense of style!" His sweatervest was more for comfort, but the deer felt he looked rather charming with the bowtie and red undershirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A rather casual but still business-like attire in his opinion!

Jakko's blue eyes followed the shadow for a moment or two, before resting back up at Alastor. The shadow seemed to be excited, which Jakko liked because he was excited too!

After hearing Alastor's answer, Jakko couldn't help but to giggle again. He didn't look much like a demon to Jakko. Though he wasn't going to say anything about that. No, he had something else on his mind - much more important.

❝Why do you have antlers? Oh! Are you a moose? A magic-demon-moose!❞ the jester squealed out with his usual, toothy smile never faltering.

He'd never actually seen a moose before . . . but he knew that they had antlers too!

❝I wanna' touch them! Can I touch them, please?❞

❝Ooh.❞ Jakko nodddd his head, a curious gaze in his eyes.

❝I've never met a deer before! Or had one as a friend! I'm so glad I found you!❞

The jester's words were genuine as could be. He didn't have many people who were nice to him, so he got very attached to people who showed him even a bit of decency.

When the demon agreed to let Jakko touch his antlers, the jester's smile widened greatly. Somehow, he got even more excited than he was before.

The boy reached his hand up, gently feeling the other's spikey antlers. He carefully felt them for a few moments, before pulling away and giggling quietly.

"It's really not a problem, dear! I'm simply being polite, I've no reason to be any other way at the moment...It wouldn't do for me to show off the hotel without manners now would it?" That and this jester looked fairly young...Alastor didn't care for harming children or those who were innocent in such a way. The little jester looked like he'd seen enough anyways...

Jakko could only smile genuinely at Alastor's words. He wasn't used to anyone having manners with him - so Alastor's manners just seemed like strange and unusual kindness. Jakko just wasn't used to politeness at all.

Although he was finally feeling real happiness for once, the jester's cheery smile faltered when the demon asked that . . . question.

❝Um - ❞

Jakko paused.

He simply hated talking about what happens back at the carnival - and Jakko rarely hated anything.

Most people left the carnival with stuffed animals and prizes; Jakko just left with dark bruises and lash marks across his whole body and face.

Today happened to be a real bad day for the boy. He had spilled his drink on the tamer's suit, which caused him to get really angry. No one liked the tamer when he was angry. Especially not Jakko.

Glancing down at the ground, almost in an ashamed manner, Jakko got real quiet. He was deciding whether or not to just lie. Eventually, he just decided to tell a little bit about his day. Not the whole truth, just bits and pieces.

❝I was . . . at the carnival today. I was helping the lion tamer clean up!❞ he finally spoke, forcing a small smile.

Alastor wasn't a fool. It was obvious what the bruises, the lowered gaze, the dodging of the questions was....the deer should know, he and his father had never exactly seen...eye to eye. Let's just say he had an idea of what the little jester might be going through and he was glad his father had decided to stay on his own side of Hell for once.

Alastor let his smile soften, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke, "Well, that certainly sounds interesting! Let me ask you, dear, would you ever consider coming back to my and the princess's hotel? You could drop by for a meal, to chat with the patrons there, or even to request a free room if you wanted!" Now his ears ears perked up a bit further.

Oh dear.

Jakko didn't necessarily know what to say. That hotel sounded fun and . . . safe.

Though although it sounded great, the jester was certainly held back by a feeling of fear and uncertainty.

❝Oh, I'd love too! But - the lion tamer would literally kill me if he found out I left.❞

Jakko's statement was followed by a pause. He felt awfully stupid.

This was his chance to leave the carnival for good - and still, he felt great hesitation and terror. He knew the lion tamer would find him - but Alastor said he would protect him. That statment conflicted Jakko the most.

❝But perhaps death is worth it. At least I'd die happy, huh?❞ he spoke quietly, a faint smile playing on his face.

He let out a huff, turning his head to the side and blinking the radio dials out of his eyes. No need to frighten Jakko, simply because he was getting worked up. "My Shadows often watch the hotel and everyone in it when I don't have the capability."

Jakko had seen a lot of things and met a lot of people - none of which were as cool and nice as Alastor was.

He might've known the demon for a real short amount of time, but he felt safe with him. Well, as safe as he could. Alastor seemed so kind; Jakko just couldn't help but to trust him. Perhaps that was his naivety talking - or perhaps he was just plain stupid. Whatever it was, Jakko didn't care. He wanted to be by this demon's side for as long as he could.

❝Thank you, Sir. ❞ the boy stated, his words a bit shaky.

With slight hesitation, Jakko placed his hand in Alastor's, gazing up at him with thick tears welled up in his icy blue eyes.