#a bit fruity

Harlequin enters the cafe and notices that Meeper is working the shift by themselves, Assuming that the boss is having Meeper close up for the night.

(BTW in this fanfic; the circus is in town longer than in the actual game.)

So Meeper and Harlequin talk a bit before Meeper makes an ice coffee for Harlequin. While Meeper is making the coffee Harlequin spotted a magazine that was poorly hidden. Which in the cafe they normally had a magazine rack but at the edge of the cover there seemed to be an 18+ tag. While Meeper was distracted he quickly snatched it. Harlequin he opened the first page, before getting an eye full of sexy fruit people.

Harlequin thinks to himself as he closes the magazine, attempting to keep his composure.

'Why is this even here...'

Meeper turns around with the ice coffee ready to place it down for Harlequin.

"Here ya go-"

Meeper pauses and looks at what Harlequin is holding, Harlequin locks eyes and realizes that Meeper was giving him the thousand yard stare. Meeper knew that they were caught but was hoping that he wouldn't go through it. But Harlequin took advantage of the situation, with a devious grin enveloping his expression.

"This doesn't seem like the normal magazines you keep in the front of the shop~ Let's see..."

Meeper jaw gaped as their hands fumbling to place the coffee cup down. Managing to clank the glass on the counter before trying to reach for the magazine.

"heHEhe... no need to read that-"

Not even hesitation He opened it flipping page by page. Stopping at each page to get an eye full. Even if some of the content wasn't to his taste.

Meeper silently screamed to themselves 'NOOOOOOO- I knew this was gonna happen, but still- AHHHHH!'

Their hand retreated back to their side. Now caught red handed... or should I say green. Their days of sneaking smut was over. The free smut that they found from having to sort the old magazines, because their boss was too busy to do it himself. Caught, by a Sassy flamboyant Harlequin. The last thing they wanted.

"How inappropriate~♪"

Harlequin shut the magazine, holding it above Meeper. waving it slowly in their face. Meeper stiffened up, sucking in their lips as they looked down at the counter.

"Reading smut while at work~? It's even quiet well hidden~♪"

Leaning over the counter he graced Meeper's ear with his breath. causing a shiver to run down their body.

"What would your boss even say~♪" His voice rang quietly into their ear. Causing the employee to suddenly burst into what felt like an orange blowing up from ten different c4s. Though in their flustered response they didn't think twice about what they were about to say; "Probably; Your one of them homosexuals-"

They fumbled. Well not even fumbled more like they tossed themselves off the nearest mountain point right when a helicopter was coming to save their sorry ass.

Harlequin paused entirely, as concern kicked out his flirtatious grin. Meeper's failed attempt at a joke made him question his choices in trying to snatch this pervert from Pierrot.

"What." "I'll just bend over now-" "WHAT!?"

Meeper closed their eyes and just slid the coffee to Harlequin already burning in the face from this whole interaction. feeling more of a fool with every word that slipped out of their mouth. "Its on the house."

Their voice croaked in sheer agony of that of an old man loosing his house to a lottery machine. Meeper trying to shuttle their way to the back. Trying not to make eye contact with Harlequin anymore. But before they could they went back and tried to snatch the magazine from Harlequin. But Harlequin refused to let go. "Imma need that back-" "What so you can fiddle yourself in the backroom-" "IM NOT JERKING OFF!" Meeper pleaded as they were failing at retrieving the magazine. The two men were fighting over it... well more of one was just holding it and the other was trying not to rip it. The pathetic person was being absolutely crushed at that very moment and the expression was growing on Harlequin.

"I genuinely like the art and how well written it is..."

Their voice trembled as they were still clinging to it like if it was the lucky numbers to a lottery. Harlequin finally let go of the paper, clearly trying not to laugh at Meeper's pathetic expression.