We take what we want. there's so many ways to be wicked, with us evil lives on the right side of wrong, there's so many ways to be wicked
Skipping through the halls of the Erring's Rising castle, Jester couldn't help but find himself a little bored. He had just enjoyed the delicious Euphoria of toying with another life, until the eventually climax of watching the girl be mauled together by her own beloved pet hound. Which Jester had of course drugged and sent into a rabid state. Her screams had been so beautiful.
And here he was not a day later, still riding the effects of the kill but not quite sure what to do with himself. Sheba was exploring the mountainside for some fresh prey, which left Jester all on his lonesome. He pondered what to do, as far as his knew his Queenie wasn't in the castle at the moment, and he didn't particular know or like the other members well enough to play with them. Well, except for one.
His eyes lit up and his grin stretched across his ivory features instantly. Of course! He could go play with Oakey! Turning on his hell, the clown would skip down the halls in the direction of his guildmates room, all the while humming a playful tune. As he reached the room, he would not knock but instead yank the door open, stepping inside and slamming it behind him. Before pirouetting around the room in the most elegant manner, humming his tune even louder as he glanced at the blonde's face to see what sort of reaction he was having to the intrusion.