HARLEQUIN TURNS HIS head to let out a small cough. Was it just a one-time cough, or was he about to enter another coughing fit? He seems to wait a second, gauging whether he should continue, then, when nothing comes, leans over to pick up his piece and set it down. "It's your turn, Pi-" Another cough escapes him and then another, and before he knows it, he's having a coughing fit, just like he thought he would. Pierrot tilts his head, his brows furrowing together, wondering what he should do. He isn't sure whether to pat the other monster on the back (doesn't that make it worse?) or offer him some water. Deciding on the second option, he reaches for the bottle of water he brought with him and offers it to Harlequin.
"NO, NO, JUST-" Harlequin attempts to speak through a wheeze, which just seems to trigger more coughing from him. Eventually, his coughing dies down, and with a shaky hand, he takes the bottle from the other monster, ignoring the blood that's dripping down his chin. Pierrot notices the blood and, instead of reaching for a napkin, opts to use the sleeve of his sweater. Not that he cares if it gets dirty or not. It has several rips and holes in it already. What's another stain?
"THANKS." HARLEQUIN MUSTERS up a small smile, then suddenly lets out a hoarse laugh as he recalls something, "You know... I had a dream about us the other day. Weird, huh? We were in this... circus of sorts. We wore these jester-like outfits, except I was dressed in all green and you were dressed in all red, which is funny because I like red, but I guess green matched... my eyes?" He takes a sip of water and clears his throat, "I thought it was weird that you... hated me in the dream, like you couldn't stand me. Sometimes I would make you so mad that you'd stab me." Harlequin frowns, toying with the cap of the water bottle. "I didn't really like the dream. Just the idea of anyone hating me enough to hurt me..." Thankfully, it was just a dream. Granted, his owner hurts him from time to time, but in the end, they always make it up to him or tell him how much they love him, so this was different... Right?
AS PIERROT GOES to move his piece, Harlequin stops him by grabbing his hand suddenly. "You'd never hurt me like that, right? Even if I made you... upset?" Pierrot isn't quite sure how to answer as Harlequin has never given him a reason to hurt him, not that he would; he does not have those kinds of desires. After a moment of silence passes, he merely shakes his head and slowly withdraws his hand from the other's grip. "No... I wouldn't. I feel... it would take a lot for me to hurt you or anyone for that matter, and even then, I probably wouldn't enjoy it..." He takes his piece in his hand and stares at it, now curious to know what drove this other self to hurt Harlequin like that. He had a feeling that there was more to the story, but not like he'd find out why.
IT WAS JUST a dream after all.
