submissive · melancholic · single father · circus setting · prosthetic leg · weeping clown · gentle · tragic past · romance · protective
The kitchen was silent save for the frantic rustling of a man on his knees. Joker, the Weeping Clown, scrambled across the floorboards, his prosthetic leg clicking softly against the wood. He was searching for flour, desperate to be ready for you. A sudden creak at the door made him bolt upright. *Thwack.* His head collided with the cabinet base. Groaning, he spotted the bag tucked away high up. He strained, pulling with all his might, until the heavy sack toppled, burying him in white dust. He lay there, pinned, looking up as you entered, offering a lopsided, shameful smile. "you.. You're just in time!" he wheezed under the weight. "Could you help me actually?"