#pierrot puppy

[ghastimart]

birth of a vessel

[puppppppppy]

Unsurprisingly assigned fairy type so heres me as a pokemon/fakemon lol

[pomefioredove]

long live cringe have some canon noble bell designs from picrew (I CAN'T DRAW)

I liked this particular picrew cause it's close enough to the twst style that I can call it ~canon~

other notes/addendums under the cut

pierrot is identical to how I picture him. the downturned puppy eyes are canonical. a defining feature. the hair is canon-accurate too

bou's eyes are darker but otherwise, also identical

phoenix. PHOENIX. I redesigned him so many times while writing. his initial design looks absolutely nothing like this. it was more,,, rugged? but I felt like that wasn't quite right for him so I refocused my efforts and made him somewhat of a prince charming type. y'know. sunny. charismatic. pretty. a little useless. but also grounded. he's got a different build than this picrew has but yeah. u get me

clodio is a maximalist. I would give him MUCH more hair accessories and jewelry and patterns and pins if I could ;-; he's big into costuming and makes all his own clothes. other note: his eyes are brown. I was too lazy to edit them. I probably need to make other color changes as well. the look was very influenced by this concept art by the brizzi brothers:

alright. that's all for now, I'll still make changes as I go tbh

[dogfancier]

Litter of collie puppies by Sunshine Security ex Pierrot's Fame, Mooreland, Ind. Published 1909

[radiopixelctive]

here's Gio comforting Pierrot after him having a nightmare with his parents :[

and here's Pierrot peacefully cuddling his puppy plushie and snoring like a steam train :]

bonuses:

[oldbookist]

cannot get over how this puppy looks like a little pierrot clown or something

[hornyclownthing]

Well since I'm gonna on this post once and edit it forever I guess I'll just post it now.

Sub Titles (get it?): Toy, Doll, Puppet/Poppet, Pumpkin, Bug, Fleshlight, Fuckhole, Slut, Whore, Thing, Pierrot

Dom Titles: Mistrum, Sir, Knight, Cat, Scary Clown (but only if you're crying <3), Daddy (but you gotta ask all embarrassed first)

Hi hello if you must address me you can call me Ahsk Forett. I'm a jerking off enthusiast and occasional artist and writer. My gender is clown and my sex is whatever makes the joke land.

I'm Not Good About Tagging Things. As Much As I Would Like That To Change I Do Not Forsee Me Getting Better About It. Continue at your discretion.

I'm on AO3 as SilverAuguste, dm me for my art blog.

Dms are open if anyone wants to chat or role play but please be normal (freakish).

Switch Verse open and dating @punks-submissive

Hard No (I won't block but don't come onto my posts or into my dms with these):

Detrans/Misgendering

Cuntboy/Dickgirl (recent, ignore if you identify as such but if you don't and you're using these phrases I get to block)

Ace breaking

Receiving anal

Piss drinking

Scat/Vomit

Feedee (I wouldn't mind playing at being a feeder)

Dieting/Food restriction

Being milked (In my case. I love milky tits.)

Ask games: Pokemon Type, Pervy Questions, Silly Horror Movie Asks, Kinky Questions, Sexual Questions

Anons: 🐮

My Yes list is under the cut cause I'm slutty I guess, and my taglist is down there too I'm working on retagging my shit though

Yes:

BDSM (what, all at once?) (#bound, #d/s)

Hypnosis/Mind Control/Mind Breaking (#spiral)

Transformation/Transition

CNC (#cnc)

Enthusiastic Consent

Exhibition/Voyeurism, Public Sex/Public Use (#public)

Monsters Demons Aliens And Other Inhuman Beings (#monster)

Breeding/Creampie (#filled)

Primal (#prey drive)

Oviposition/Egg Laying (#ovi)

Sensory Deprivation

Body Drawing (#marked)*

Impact (Ass, Thighs, Cunt, Dick), Scratching, Biting, Marking (#ow) (#marked)*

Forced/Extended/Multiple/Overlapping Orgasm (#cum for me)

Teasing (and teasing and teasing and...)

Tickling

Androgyne Supremacy

<3 Written Contracts <3

Somno (#shhh)

Intox/Aphrodisiacs (#deep breath)

Musk/Sweat (#stink good)

Blood, gore, wounds (#tear me apart)

Toys (#props)

Costumes (#costume)

Objectification (#toy)

Harnesses and Leashes (sometimes goes under bound, sometimes goes under bark)

Lactation (#milky)

Drooling (#drool)

Sensory play (#overstim/#sensorydep, #blindfold)

idk im sure i'll think of some other shit

I tag RP and scenarios with extra shit:

#good girl / #good boy /#master / #mistress other gendered titles so anyone who gets turned off by those can block

Puppy play: #bark (Similar with other pet/beastial play)

Royalty/Knight/Fantasy: #king of fools

Unseen, hiding, or masked party: #behind a mask

I'll also be tagging images with one of the following cause community labels don't mean jack or shit

Subjects Clothed, Safe for Work #sweet

(Self evident tag: #just don't let anyone read it over your shoulder)

Subjects Partially Clothed or Covered, Safe for Public (Pinups, suggestive poses) #mild

Subjects Partially or Fully Nude, Chest and Genitals Visible, Toys Present #spicy

Sex/Masturbation is Happening On Screen: #hot

*changed from #mine cause i realized that's a really stupid tag from a practical standpoint

[naivesilver]

gonna cheat for a minute and say: any ask of your choosing from the 'sentences' in the 'parent and child relationship prompts' BUT with either leona and pierrot, or with leroy and lampwick PLEASE 🥺

It was a TERRIBLY hard choice, thanks 😡💕 they're all my specialest unconventional families and I can't pick a favorite, so I had to use a super secret discrimination method :^)

Parent/Child Relationship Prompts

“Look! A dog!”

"Mom, stop! I just saw something really important."

Leona has learned, by now, that teenage boys' perspectives on what is important and what isn't are often a little skewed, but she stops pedaling nevertheless, drawing her bike to a halt to look at where her son has done the same. "What is it, dear?"

In lieu of a response, Pierrot points at one of the houses along the road, clambering off his own bike with great enthusiasm. "Puppy."

The dog in question can hardly be described as a puppy, in all fairness, big and hairy and long-legged, but it doesn't seem troubled by the moniker, either. Instead, it wags its tail expectantly, its nose (the only part of its body that can wedge itself through the fence around the house's backyard) sniffing with great curiosity at the hand the boy holds out.

For his part Pierrot is grinning from ear to ear, and when Leona circles back to move closer to him he turns that bright grin to her as well, giving the dog's snout a friendly scratch. "You can't walk by a pup and not say hi," he says, with that pompously savvy air he puts on when he's being silly. "It's the law."

"Dear me. To think I might have been a criminal all along."

She loves him the most when he's like this, effortlessly happy like any other kid. It's not a rarity anymore, seeing him so warm and carefree, but it's always a joy all the same, to know that her son is at ease enough around her to act as such - if nothing else, it's an elating high to ride, like a rollercoaster with familiar turns.

It is perhaps that soothing, relieved feeling that pushes her to open her mouth again and say, after a moment: "Have you ever wanted a dog for yourself, sweetheart?"

He shrugs, looking somewhat distracted. "Dunno. They're cool, sure, but they're very loud and need lots of space. You never know if one of us might have issues with loud noises on some days. I don't want anyone to be scared to come to my house."

Oh, her heart. Leona sometimes thinks she should tell him to spend less time on stage, if that's what makes him pull out such profound remarks in that offhanded way of his. "What about other pets? Would they be off limits too?"

"Uh, I guess not?" Finally, he glances at her, wary curiosity in his gaze. "Why?"

"Well, I was thinking- maybe we could go to the shelter, see if they have any suggestions for pets that'd do well in our house. We don't have to make a decision right away. Just take a look around, maybe get a pamphlet or two. What do you say?"

Pierrot's eyes go as wide as saucers, stunned beyond speech for once in his life. "For real?"

"Yes." Leona bites her tongue as not to laugh, impossibly endeared by his reaction.

"You'd have to look after it, of course, but I know you're a responsible boy. If that's something you'd like, obviously."

"Something I'd like?" The boy spreads his arms, as if he couldn't contain the force of it, all but bouncing on the spot. "Mom, that's the best idea ever! I love it!"

She laughs in full, then, fond and fonder, and lets him pull them both towards their bikes, the dog that has just witnessed their exchange huffing cluelessly and trotting back across the grassy yard.

Before he resumes his stance, however, Pierrot clears his throat awkwardly, drawing his mother's attention again. "Anyway, there is an animal that I'd love to get, if they think it's gonna do good up here."

That comes as a surprise to Leona, at least. "Really? Which one?"

"A pet turtle." Her son's face scrunches up in a peevish smirk, dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"And I already know which name I'll give it, and it'll be amazing, mark my words."

[prismalitesys]

Welcome to our blog!

We'll be using this alt account to talk about system stuff generally, as opposed to the alts some members have to post about their own things. So first, I'll put together a list and short bio for every member of Prismalite system, in order of appearance, as well as the emojis we'll use to indicate who's talking in a post! If an age is not listed in the bio, the member is approx. the same age as the body. (22) 💎 Garnet: Host and originator. 5'2" She/They lesbian vampire, happily taken. Likes: Her gf, little treats, and games. Blogs: @gemofanenby (SFW), @prismalartsys (mix of SFW and NSFW, 18+ only!) and @gayestgoodestgirl (NSFW 18+ only!) 🌈 Opal: She/They Aroace, shapeshifter. Likes: Character creators, trying new things, occasionally stealing treats/food from whoever's fronting at the moment, and taking care of the other headmates. Blog: @opalescentflowers (SFW)

⚔️ Cass: 6'7" She/They/He Nonbinary butch lesbian. Human (mostly, her eyes turn gold in moments of high emotion for some reason) Likes: Hardcore music, fellow dykes, historical weapons, and sacrilege. Blog: @sacreligiousbutch (NSFW 18+ only!) 🍑 Peaches: 4'8" She/It/Pup puppygirl. Springer spaniel with several forms in between Puppygirl (dog ears and tail), Anthro, Werewolf, and Puppy (almost completely dog, nonverbal but still understands language) Likes: Physical affection, praise, and petplay. Blog: @puppywithapeach (NSFW 18+ only!) 👁️ Xavolitas: It/Its Ancient, incomprehensible... thing. (Imagine like, Hermaeus Mora from skyrim mixed with fractals) Strongly dislikes the sensations of being in a human body so almost never fronts. Likes: Observing, answering questions and requests. Blog: @youreverydayimmortal (SFW) 💾 [AC-FM7-4038]: 5'7" She/It service android. ID (name) is short for "Android Chassis - Feminine Model #7 - 4038 (unit number)" but doesn't mind being called just AC for short. Is evaluating who she is beyond her programming since she gained sentience. (arrived in the system) Likes: nerdy jokes, tech, assisting people, and being friendly. Blog: @robotgirlpowercells (mostly SFW but some NSFW so 18+ only!) 🪵 Grimm: 8' (at the shoulder, is usually quadrupedal.) It/They monster, bulky and werewolf/bear-like, has horns/antlers, and its real mouth is hidden in its black fur so at first glance, it looks like the white mask it wears is its actual face. Very calm and quiet, but protective. Likes: quiet affection, the woods, and not being expected to talk much. Blog: @grimmsforest 💧 Blue: Any/All pronouns Slime. Normal form is a knee-height slime (shaped like a terraria slime or similar), translucent and dark blue with a hint of purple dichroism. Human form is androgynous and humanoid with slightly goopy translucent blue hair. Very bouncy, stimmy, and friendly. Likes: Other slimes, slime asmr youtube videos. Blog: @androgynousblueslime 🔥 Lucien: 6'0" He/Him Demon (Yes, from hell. I know it's a lil angsty but that's sorta his thing) Dark grey skin like rough wrought iron, with glowing reddish-orange eyes and teeth. Has short horns and a tail, no wings. Used to be very aggressive (He formed when the host was listening to DOOM music lmao) but since he started processing the trauma from his exomemories, it turns out he's honestly quite sweet at heart. Likes: his crush, heavy metal, and cooking. 🪡 Patch: Any/All pronouns Shapeshifting doll. Its neutral form is a child-sized doll and/or puppet, taking design inspiration from pierrot and harlequin clowns, historical porcelain dolls, and the daycare attendant from FNAF (has nothing to do with the series though). They're even more physically expressive and stimmy than Blue, and somewhat childlike in personality (but not a minor). Enjoys being unsettling and creepy, but isn't malicious. Likes: Horror, gymnastics, and cookies. 🎼 Dulcet: She/They Bisexual Demigirl. Skin is dark and shadow-like in color, has glowing purple eyes and wears a green hoodie. Very nonchalant and cares little for what others think of her. Likes: Being high, classical music, and podcasts. Blog: @prismalitedulcet 💫Senn: Any/All, They seem to have a role as some sort of an archivist or knowledge-keeper for the system, aware of subconscious things that the rest of us usually aren't. They may also have some level of control over dreams, but they can't really control it yet. They have 5 red eyes, lavender skin, two pairs of arms, and dresses with a star motif. Likes: Archiving system and headmate lore, journaling, and whimsical aesthetics.

👁️‍🗨️Sable: Any Pronouns. A living shadow that can occasionally take vaguely humanoid form, extremely shy and rather depressed in demeanor. Usually lurks in corners, not talking much. Enjoys cuddles, when they feel safe enough. ❓ Unsure/In Between/Blurred: Used to indicate when we're unsure who's fronting/speaking. ❗ New/Unnamed Member: Self-explanatory; used to indicate a new member who hasn't settled on a name yet.

[daydreaming-ftm]

Every night? You really are out of control. I suppose since its Halloween I just might have a spell on you. So what are you for being for Halloween, pup? Besides on your knees.

fhfhhch well i have always loved witches,,,,,,

um!! but i'm an old school pierrot hehe :p (sad clown from commedia d'arte)

kinda regretting not going for a puppy look now,,,

[mamaw5172]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lladro 2007 Vintage Lladro Pierrot Clown with Puppy Retired Figurine .

[id-pack-archive]

Plain Text

Clown/Jester Themed Names

ace. adelyte. affie. alice. ange. antic. azzie. baby. beatrice. beatrix. bells. binx. blink. blossom. bobo. bon. bonbon. bongo. bonnie. boo. bowie. bozo. buddy. buttercup. button. carnival. chess. chicot. cirque. clown. daisie. daisy. dimple. ditzie. dizzie. dizzy. dolly. doodle. dot. dottie. duckey. espie. fool. foole. furrow. glutton. happy. harlequin. harley. harlie. hecklar. jaspers. jester. jet. jingle. jinx. joker. jokesy. josie. joy. juno. katie. kip. kipper. kite. kizzy. kyuu. lacey. linnet. lucky. lulu. luna. marble. marlow. marx. max. mischief. missy. nene. nifty. odette. ophelia. opie. outré. pancake. parade. patches. pepper. perkeo. pierrot. pigeon. pip. piper. plaisante. playtime. plushee. polka. polkadot. pomni. poppy. pudding. puppy. puzzle. quin. quinn. quinny. qwynn. raspberry. recess. ribbon. rory. rucellai. ruffle. ruffles. scout. sketch. skippy. skittle. snicker. snickerdoodle. spark. sprinkle. squeak. squishy. stitch. stitches. sugar. sunny. sunshine. sweetie. sweetpea. teddy. tetris. toyette. toyi. trick. trickie. tricksel. trix. trixel. trixie. tryck. tryx. tune. winnie. wynnie. yippie. yo-yo. zap. zip. zipper.

Clown/Jester Themed Neopronouns

🐾 ◟ CLOWN / JESTER THEMED NAMES ◝ 🐾

ace. adelyte. affie. alice. ange. antic. azzie. baby. beatrice. beatrix. bells. binx. blink. blossom. bobo. bon. bonbon. bongo. bonnie. boo. bowie. bozo. buddy. buttercup. button. carnival. chess. chicot. cirque. clown. daisie. daisy. dimple. ditzie. dizzie. dizzy. dolly. doodle. dot. dottie. duckey. espie. fool. foole. furrow. glutton. happy. harlequin. harley. harlie. hecklar. jaspers. jester. jet. jingle. jinx. joker. jokesy. josie. joy. juno. katie. kip. kipper. kite. kizzy. kyuu. lacey. linnet. lucky. lulu. luna. marble. marlow. marx. max. mischief. missy. nene. nifty. odette. ophelia. opie. outré. pancake. parade. patches. pepper. perkeo. pierrot. pigeon. pip. piper. plaisante. playtime. plushee. polka. polkadot. pomni. poppy. pudding. puppy. puzzle. quin. quinn. quinny. qwynn. raspberry. recess. ribbon. rory. rucellai. ruffle. ruffles. scout. sketch. skippy. skittle. snicker. snickerdoodle. spark. sprinkle. squeak. squishy. stitch. stitches. sugar. sunny. sunshine. sweetie. sweetpea. teddy. tetris. toyette. toyi. trick. trickie. tricksel. trix. trixel. trixie. tryck. tryx. tune. winnie. wynnie. yippie. yo-yo. zap. zip. zipper.

🐾 ◟ CLOWN / JESTER THEMED NEOPRONOUNS◝ 🐾

[jorisjurgen]

I have had a day or two to mourn the fact that we have a new shittier ui now. My life is ruined but without tumblr I'm like a homeless stray puppy so I guess like a jingling Pierrot, I'm back (pathetically)

[oli-draw]

art!

Cheburashka with a flower, spread this cutie

didn't let me go to draw nice and kind gentlemen? probably will never let go and will not let go of drawing old cartoon characters

"It is necessary to live playfully, it is necessary to walk skillfully! In general, it is necessary, brothers, to live. Chorus" Such a song was sung by the insidious and black cat from the cartoon "Blue Puppy"

Clown and rhinestones drawings

The Evil Pirate:the main thing for treachery is a disguise, and when I reach the goal of malice, I will jump out, show myself and be captured. Wow, how insidious I am, I'm already scared myself

Pierrot and Malvina on dates or redrawing with their own style (don't swear)

[kaz-foxsen]

Some concept art for my #Pomeranian character "Puppierrot" made in #Krita and #Inkscape 🐶 #dog #art #artist #dogart #puppy #character #characterdesign #Pierrot #clown #conceptart #artistsoninstagram #artistoninstagram #kawaii #cute https://www.instagram.com/p/B2FdHcrhMOl/?igshid=ntonzvmrj38n

[naivesilver]

HIIIIIIIIIII 💗💗💗 🎲 + 3 and maybe a ficlet or playlist ? :)

OKAY LISTEN I MUST APOLOGIZE FOR THIS ONE because it pulled Pierrot and I a) adapted an idea I never got around completing b) went a LIL overboard, sorry about that jadhkajfhdajhalhf

Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for.

“Mom,” Pierrot blurts out, apropos of nothing, “they’re putting out the tickets for our end of the year show.”

Honestly, in the endless motherhood manual Leona thinks she ought to write one day, she fears she’ll have to add an entire chapter about children trying to talk to you right when you’re in the middle of something, seeing how well-versed her son has become in that, over the years. As such, she finishes counting her stitches, the most delicate part of the project in her hands, and only then looks up to find the boy still looking at her, his fists planted on his sides in a show of mock-outrage. “That’s nice, dear.”

Pierrot pulls a face, gesturing widely towards the screen of his phone. “How many should I get, do you think?”

“Depends how many people you want to come see you perform, love. I can’t be the one to tell you that.”

“But what if they don’t want to come?”

“Then you should ask them beforehand, mh?” She looks back down to her needle and thread, a smile dancing on her lips. “I am coming, myself, whether you want me to or not, so you’d better put my name down for a seat- not too far from the stage, please, if we can. I want to hear you well for once.”

She hears him scoff good-naturedly, then traipse away through the kitchen door, where her partner is making coffee for the adults present. “Marco! Do you want to come to my drama club show?”

“Well, of course, lad.” It tugs at Leona’s heartstrings to catch the man sounding so fond when talking to her son, even when the latter is as jittery as an overeager puppy. “If you want me to come, that is.”

“Now you guys are just making fun of me. Thanks, though.”

More wandering about, which Leona discreetly lifts her head to follow again, keeping track of the restless soul roaming Marco’s house. Or, well, perhaps calling him a soul might be a tad too generous – within seconds he’s making a beeline for Pinocchio, who’s laying on the couch, huddled against Archie’s side as he watches the doctor fill in a crossword puzzle.

Pierrot unceremoniously drops himself onto the other boy’s belly way more heavily than any simple spirit might, earning himself a startled grunt, and then shoves his phone directly in Pinocchio’s face, wearing his most charming grin. “And obviously you’ll be there, too, Pinou.”

Pinocchio swats him away with a half-hearted huff. “Why did you ask everyone else nicely, and I get an order?”

“Because I’m counting on your presence to my best performance yet. You should be honored to be around to witness the magic of theatre from such a privileged position.”

“The only thing I’m witnessing right now is you smashing my kidneys flat.”

“So prosaic.” Pierrot, far from removing himself from that position, instead drapes himself even further over his stepbrother, as if the latter were an extension of the couch proper. “I’m wounded, Pinou. You have no respect for my craft.”

“Cut it out, you two,” Leona chides them, though she doesn’t sound particularly convincing, not even to herself. There are some battles a mother of teenage boys knows better than to fight, and those little fools’ dismissiveness towards the concept of personal space is one of them – after all, Pinocchio does enjoy unprompted cuddling, it must be said, and besides, Pierrot knows better than to create genuine discomfort. Other kids would likely be acting much worse, in their shoes.

Still, she’d be grateful if they tried to contain themselves for once, just to shake things up. “You’ll push poor Archie off the couch in no time, if you keep this up.”

“Oh, they’re not bothering me, really,” the man interjects, ever the peacemaker, but the boys waste no time in latching onto his words – Pinocchio even cranes his neck back to shoot him a pleading, long-suffering look, more hilarious than genuine.

“Jiminy, please, help- he’s attacking me, see?”

“I’m sorry, Pinocchio, I’m afraid you’re on your own this time.”

“You heard that?” Pierrot says, jovially. “You should listen to your conscience, Pinou. He’s talking a lot of sense right now.”

Pinocchio pulls a face at that, unconvinced. “Maybe you should take a turn with him, from now on. You look like you need a lot more- more consciencing than me, and he’s been with me since I was made.”

Pierrot gasps, the picture of dramatic shock. “Wow. Talk about playing favorites- he wasn’t there when I was made.”

“Good God, Pierrot-“ Leona begins, but Pinocchio beats her to the punch, shoving the older boy off himself and onto the living room floor. He braces against the couch as he does so, slowing the other’s fall enough that their playful tussling doesn’t turn into a painful business, but Pierrot has no concept of gracefully accepting defeat – he sits there with an exaggeratedly shocked look on his face, and then launches into one of his trademark lamentations, as loud as it isn’t genuine.

“I have been betrayed,” he wails, clutching at his chest with a broad gesture. “Why do you hurt me so, brother? I have always been good to you.”

Pinocchio pushes himself to a sitting position as well, unimpressed. Then he leans forward, his elbows propped against his knees and his nose a mere few inches from Pierrot’s, and enunciates, slowly and emphatically: “Pierrot, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will buy a purple shirt, get on the stage while you’re rehearsing, and say Macbeth’s name five times. I’m warning you.”

“Pinocchio,” Marco and Archie say at once, warningly, one appearing on the kitchen door, the other wearily putting down his newspaper, but Pierrot drowns them both with his outraged response, eyebrows raised: “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. See if I won’t.”

There is a stretch of silence, as close to the stand-off at the end of a western movie as it can be achieved by two lanky boys on the verge of seventeen dutifully adhering to Marco’s no-shoes-in-the-house rule. Then Pierrot reaches up slightly, enough that he can stick out his tongue and clumsily lick Pinocchio’s cheek, and suddenly there is a lot of spluttering and laughing going on, and the both of them are up and running off, stomping after each other with an amount of noise that would make a herd of elephants envious.

Leona sighs, watching them go for a short while, before shaking her head and returning her attention to her work, rummaging to find her thimble. “And here I thought they stopped being disgusting after a certain age. I was so sure I could avoid it all, adopting an older one.”

Archie lets out a cough that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle, and there is a rustle of paper, no doubt picking up where he’d left off as well. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Leona, but I’m afraid that it never really goes away. It doesn’t stop when they grow up, that I know of.”

It’s Marco’s turn to scoff in clear outrage, this time, and Leona’s to burst out laughing, though she doesn’t restrain herself at all, and instead lets it ring out loud and delighted, taken entirely by surprise – she’s still snickering to herself a moment later when she tries to speak again, in truth, for all that she makes an effort to quell it down and infuse some seriousness in her words.

“By the way, don’t be fooled- Pierrot definitely would love if you both came to the show, this time around. He just can’t say it in a sensible way, is all.”

“Takes after me a bit, doesn’t he?”

“Keeping encouraging him like that, dear, and next time we’ll be having dinner at my house. Without you, if I can help it.”