handing him this opportunity on a golden platter (literally).
He reached up, and without hesitation, grabbed Pierrot's hand... before yanking him down.
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The hand reaching down to help him up.... hmm.
Harlequin might have accepted his help if he wasn't... know... Harlequin.
And being the absolute gremlin that he is, he can't miss his opportunity to mess with him again. He would have said something else sparky, but Pierrot was --
" Oh? ~ I am doing no such thing ~ He started it. I'm completely innocent. "
He raises his arms out, palms facing the contortionist as if to say "I didnt do it".
from his face. He huffed in pain, already feeling blood seap from his forehead through the mask.
" Haah.. hah... kill me? You'd kill me for knocking over some boxes? " His last attempt at a taunt.
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White hot pain blurred behind his eyes, his vision getting blurry from how hard he was headbutted. He was struck so hard that the force of their heads colliding caused Harlequin to fall backwards, landing hard on his ass. His emerald eyes glared up at him, smiling wiped --
Driven by inertia, he grabbed onto his shoulders.
—FUCK.” Without letting go of him, he throws his head back with his mouth wide open—look at what he made him say; now feeling the pain in his forehead, laced with frustration. —What if I kill you?!
@LUSTFULARLEQUIM
he didn’t dodge in time.
" It's hilarious! Oooh, I haven't seen you /this/ mad since when I — "
He was about to taunt him some more, until he realized a second too late how close Pierrot actually was.
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Harlequin loved this.
The yelling. The rage. Pierrot’s face turning red, from the amount of yelling. This must have been giving him quite the workout.
Harlequin sidestepped the lunge with ease, still grinning — but when Pierrot actually got close, —
He grabs a foam ball and throws it right back at him, just trying to buy time as he closes the distance—once he catches him...
—This is not funny, you idiot!
He lunges at him, raising his voice louder than he has in the past month.
foam ball — and he caught it mid-air with one tentacle before chucking it right back at Pierrot’s face.
That would not have done as much damage as a club would have. Part of him wonders if he should have just started with that, but this was way too much —
Harlequin barely had time to flinch as the juggling club whizzed past his head — a sliver of hair away from cracking his skull.
His eyes widened, not with fear… but delight.
"Ooooh!" He cackled, sprinting backward. "Now it’s a fight!"
Another prop flew — this time a —
props. He is left winded for a few seconds, but once he realizes what just happened... he explodes! From the floor, he starts hurling everything within reach at him, starting with a juggling club straight at the other’s head.
“You bastard, you brute, you traitor!”