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 how do you feel about this good boy

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He found this child so peculiar and fascinating. Why she was out here by her lonesome at such a young age and why she found him so interesting, enough to entertain him and herself with such company, seemed rather different than what he was so accustomed to. His eyes remained locked upon her, listening to her as she went on.

“No other clown has this paint, it’s one of a kind.” That was one thing he could be honest about right now. Although the fact that it was paint wasn’t quite all that honest either. Not in the slightest, but it was the most he could say without frightening the child to run away. That is, if she felt fear at all.

“That’s mighty fine dancing.” He complimented, and while it had been a false compliment and he didn’t even know if that could be constituted as dancing, in a tone that sounded so real and true that it’d be near impossible to distinguish.

The small girl looked at Pennywise with a huge smile as she said, “So no other clowns have your paint? I’m happy I met you then because your paint is so pretty!” She’d have to ask her mother to do some face paint when she wasn’t working on school. It’d be fun to try and imitate the clown before her and show him what pretty paint she could do.

Giggling, she covered her mouth as she responded, somewhat muffled, “Thanks.” She loved dancing and had hoped the clown would join her, but it’s okay that he didn’t. She danced enough for the both of them.

“What are you doing in the woods? Aren’t clowns in circuses?” Marvel questioned as she tilted her head. That’s where her mommy told her where clowns lived. Do some clowns live in the woods until they find a circus? Were they born in the circus? She just didn’t know.

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I’m going to try and find muse again by reblogging a bunch of stuff. I’m so sorry for inactivity for months on end. I hope you all have a great day!

-Mun

The raven-haired male was out at a nice event, dressed smartly in a tie and he tried to slick back his hair but it failed. His curls wouldn’t stay put so they decided to be free. Romeo was bored, sipping some champagne a waiter gave him and he couldn’t help but see that someone’s outfit was a little off. His coattails were tucked in incorrectly and he couldn’t help but fix it. He left his glass on a table and walked over, adjusting the other’s coat. As he heard the man talking to him Romeo shook his head with a grin, “No, but that doesn’t mean we can’t meet right now. Also, your coattails were uneven so I couldn’t help myself from fixing them.”

[ groom ]

Gerard’s brows furrowed when he felt someone’s hands on him, seeming to adjust something. He turned to look at them. “Have we met?” He asked, tilting his head.

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