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A pleased look crosses his eye, of course he was better than all the trash in the facility. Why, considering him any less would be a dissapointment... his fingers tap against his arm quietly, the gentle metallic click of them curious, although...

What did he just say?

His expression changes to a soft confusion, and quickly becomes tired, a sigh emitting loudly as he holds a hand to his head. Not this again.

... Who is being no good when they are producing such frivolous thoughts. You act as if I'm disrobing you. If your parts rust, are bent, etcetera, it will not act kindly on you. I'm assuring you... are...- ,,

His voice quiets as the taller bug-like man traces along his monitor, a motion that makes him rattle with a shiver.

... One zero zero six. Enough. ,,

He holds a hand up, gently brushing his finger away, although he keeps a gentle hold of it between his fingers, like one would hold a cigarette. A simple touch, one of fleeting affection that was left over in the soft electricity of his head. The previous thrill from the doctor was obvious, a soft yet playful glare in his displayed eye. He wasn't truly annoyed, but he was still prone to losing his temper. It's just as usual with this back and forth they had.

... I have my eye on everyone, but... you are right in that regard. You have always been the most interesting. If not for that brilliant brain of yours. Hmph... ,,

He releases Prototype's finger, straightening up as he strides a bit closer, looking quietly over his body. He reaches out to touch, since Prototype clearly wanted to be so forward as to lay his own hands on him. A soft brush over one of his mechanical spider legs... and he gently wipes off a spot of blood. Must have been from what he was working on. Maybe he could help wipe them down... when was the last time Prototype had been properly cleaned and taken care of?

... I... suppose if you insist on exploring this mechanical body, you may. You just take joy in teasing me because you know how it feels for me. Physical stimulus from you at least doesn't make me irate as it would from the others. Maybe even feels quite pleasant, in fact. ,,

And from Yarnaby. But he leaves his pet out of this for now. He was playing with someone else right now.

... I think I need to take a rag to you, Prototype. Wouldn't you like to be shiny again? Even if such an unkempt look gives you a certain air. Hm.~ Gives you time to dirty it again with new blood, doesn't it? I know the paint on your face has faded as well, although rosy cheeks don't quite suit you anymore. I could always... figure out a new face paint for you. Would you like that? ,,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆⭒˚.⋆｡°✩ CONCERN ONLY SEEMS TO grow with his words, some unnamed emotion stirring inside Pauli's chest as she gazes up at him with that clear worry written all over her face — perhaps it was the heat of summer getting to him? She wasn't quite sure where all Pierrot and his troupe had been before stopping in her city, so maybe he wasn't quite used to the local weather… She's not given much of a chance to think about it when his head leans into the touch, her thumb stroking over his warm features on instinct as arm strains to keep her hold on him.

" Don't be sorry, okay? I told you I'd be fine if you came by after hours. And you're free to stay too, if that's what you want. "

Pauli's voice is soft, reassuring as she finds herself smiling up at him once more, hand pulling away only to find his own much larger one and squeeze it gently. She still had some work to do, so quietly does she lead Pierrot around the front counter and into the bakery's kitchen, expression shifting once more as the woman is quickly reminded of the mess she'd left behind. If only she could leave the mess for tomorrow, devote all of her attention onto the performer, but maybe his company would make the work go faster? Pauli can only hope so.

She'd seen him return tired before, but never quite like this. Normally Pierrot was still able to get himself into something more comfortable when he was done for the day ... Making her way toward him hands were gentle as she helped remove his usual hat, hurrying to place it where he normally would before returning to gingerly brush pale strands back from his face.

It’s her first day off in a long time, since Carol disappeared; she’d been picking up more shifts. She’s very aware of someone following her and can feel the eyes on her. She tried to play it off, pretending like she didn’t notice. After all, what else could she do? She had to admit she was curious about which one was following her today. Finally, once the crowds on the streets thinned out, Evelyn stopped, letting out a breath. “I’m not going to work; you can show yourself.” 

She waited a moment before turning on her heel to face him. Her head tilted back to look up at his face. “You.” She said, a hand moving to rest on her hip. “Why are you following me?” He’d made enough trouble for her, hadn’t he? She allowed him to answer her before her head canted to the side. “Protect me?” She tried to keep the disbelief from her tone.

Her eyes shifted from him to the street behind him. She was going to the dance studio, the kind old woman who ran it let her come in on her days off to dance, so she didn’t forget what she’d learned. “I’m not going to get rid of you, am I?” She asked, her eyes moving back to focus on him. “Fine, come on.” She’d be the only one there, so it should be fine. “You’re gonna be bored though, Harlequin.” She assured him as if it would make him decide against it. 

With a shrug, she turned on her heel, going down the street until she came to a door, using the key to unlock it and step inside, holding the door open until he entered as well. Moving into the dance room, Evelyn put her bag down, pulling out ballet flats and lacing them up. “You’re going to be bored.” She said once more before moving over to the bar to start with her stretches. 

Looking at him in the mirror, she sighed. “Do you want to tell me why you’re actually here?”

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Pierrot, while he doesn't say much, is very observant and has taken notice that Lilith is around a lot esepcially around Jester. He figures she might be a friend or close acquaintance of his, and if that's the case, then she must be welcomed properly. Pierrot tentatively offers a small tin box to Lilith, which is filled to the brim with various different-shaped cookies that he baked himself. He pats the box a few times, then sits and waits, wondering if she'll try one of his cookies.

An elegant eyebrow raises slightly with curiosity when a red figure approached her, offering a small tin box. Lilac-colored hues flickers between the offering and the red figure, questioning if this was another circus member like Jester.

"...is this for me?" She asks softly with a soft smile, brightening once seeing his hands patting the box in confirmation. Long fingers reach out, gently taking the box from him, and opening it up.

"Did you make these yourself?" Her hands adjusting the box within one hand, while the other delicately touches the cookies, admiring their shape. "They're beautiful," She spoke, finally picking a star shape cookie and brought it to her lips for a small bite.

Her eyes flutters for a moment, enjoying the buttery flavor upon her tongue, before swallowing it. "They taste amazing.... and who do I owe the pleasure of making these?"