Jester - TFC
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Jester hates physical touch.
So why is this human pick-me doing just that?
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Jester… isn’t the most affectionate of people, especially physically.
Everyone who’s even spoken to him knew it. He hated being touched, even by the other performers. It even to the point where he ducked away from a pat on the shoulder. He isn’t sure exactly why, but it’s understandable given his history.
It was a normal day. The circus opened, people came in, everyone did a few shows, one or two humans disappeared… normal.
At least for him and the others in the troupe.
Until this one annoying brat of a human decided to ruin everyone’s day. Yes, they had fans, people who adored them, who worshiped them… but this was something else.
She first plagued Pierrot, clinging to his side and making the poor performer very uncomfortable. She didn’t even back off when he told her that he had a partner already. He only managed to loose her when he ducked into a tent her ticket didn’t allow her in, and Ticket Taker forcefully removed her from the location.
She then turned her sights on the older man. Batting her eyes, and cooing at him that he’s ’so uptight’ and ‘she could help him relax’ with a cheeky wink that made Ticket Taker want to throw up. He was able to get rid of her in the blue, maze-like mirror tent.
When she finally stumbled out, she had made her way to the purple tent. Jester had just finished his performance, and the crowd was slowly filtering out. She put on a massive smile and ran over to him as he exited the stage. “Oh, my goodness! I loved your performance!” She suddenly grabbed his arm, batting her fake lashes up at him. “I could never be that amazing, I’m just a girl!”
Jester was immediately very uncomfortable. “Ma’am, please restrain yourself, you’re not allowed to touch the performers, including me.”
“Oh, rules don’t matter!” The pick-me whined, batting her eyes more, clinging to him tighter, “I’m just a weak little girl, I’m sure a big, strong man like you would love to have me touching you!”