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- The time that Grim was only just "slightly" asking himself , "Why would you offer her a handshake. . . Grim What are you doing. aaauur. . ." Lizbeth had already got a hold of his hand, agreeing to the hand shake with no words spoken, shaking her hand back in relief, He can't help but notice the doe's face light up like glitter, looking straight at him, almost as if. . She was hypnotized by him. . Yet he holds the thought back and says to himself, "It could be anything, i don't believe this doe could want to befriend me like this." - He feels he can't comprehend this but. . It's only natural i suppose, Grim's ear flicks laying a look of understanding on his face as Lizbeth speaks to him, "It's alright Lizbeth, a werewolf from first glance isn't something you'd think lightly of. i. . do appreciate your apology though." *As if almost hesitating to show his gratitude for her understanding, He gives a soft smile, suddenly wiping clean off his face in return for the surprise of a book closing ever so suddenly, making a "CLAP!" both Grim and Lizbeth turn they're heads towards the noise. Grabbing his sense back from all of what's been responding to the jester" My apologies jester . . It's just that it would be rare for them line of words not be referred to me. But please don't feel pity on me, *He lays silent a small second, continuing* still i. . should've probably just brushed it off . . Knowing myself im bounded to do this kind of thing. i had misunderstood. ." -He says ever so gingerly, a small chuckle brushing his sentence, his instincts always alarming no matter the circumstance, it comes useful, but not all the time. . , He takes a peer to the jester's mask glimmer in the moonlight, the light dazzling her eyes, glancing up at him, almost appearing like a majestic golden swallowtail butterfly - " A Harlequin huh." - Sensing uncertainty between the jester's words, Giving an explanation to the saying. . " And the curtain falls " for the doe to ponder upon, He lays eyes upon the jester leaving it be for now, Grim feels to hold onto this detail for as long as possible. holding the yet, still posture from next to the doe - " Your mask is very appealing might i add. ."

“How thoughtful of you to notice,” Joker cooed. “It was something I had made long ago. Beautiful sequins, shaped like a butterfly… fits my attire quite well.”

Her hand trailed the rim of the mask. “Masks can also symbolize many things. Hidden motives. Faux happiness. A true personality.”

A small giggle.

“A lie hidden by a truth.”