[[Closed to the Joker]]

[lionessrabbit]

Lavender prattles as she brings him back to her place. It's full of tapestries and fabric, a designing table, and a modest dresser with a sink basin and a chopping board. The knife is missing. Fabric is tossed about, but in a sort of...clean? manner. It looks amess but it looks like an organized mess, if that were to EVER make any sense

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[why_s0_serious]

Upon entering, the Joker buggers off to the nearest window, to see -exactly- where they were.

He liked Cities. Cities made of concrete, full of people, full of steel, glass and marble. So many pretty things to destroy, it attracted the right kind of souls for his bidding to do so.

Upon being commanded, he glances over his shoulder, and removes his shoes. He doesn't retreat to the spot by the sink just yet, however, taking in all the fabric, his eye attracted to purples and blacks.

[lionessrabbit]

Purples and blacks like bruises of course. Lavender puts all her things away before going to the sink, pulling out Q-tips so she can clean all of the red out of his scars. She swivels the chair around, looking at him.

"It's just a window," she says, voice amused, quirking a half-smile on her face. "Nothing too fancy, Mist--Joker. Sir."

She points to the chair. Snap snap.

[why_s0_serious]

The Joker folds his hands behind his back, feeling the floor beneath his colorful socks.

"Eyes are..the windows to the soul..."

He gestures again, and quietly removes his gloves. It felt odd without the familiar thickness on his face.

He had to take something else off, to feel even.

Sitting down, he touches his lips with a finger tip, dragging it down his chin and off.

Nh.

"Sir is so so formal. Joker. Is just. Fine."

[lionessrabbit]

Lavender whines, one hand on a slanted hip. "So strange, though. You're...not...I mean. You call me Cream-puff. What should I call you? 'Joksies'?"