Arlerina cerita

random short stories for arlefuri week 2024 :)

"My lap," Arlecchino repeated, her voice patient, but there was no mistaking the authority behind it. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer standing" Furina's eyes darted back to the stage, where the performers were beginning to assemble. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she struggled to find a way out of this incredibly awkward situation. Her mind raced, trying to conjure an excuse, but nothing came. And all the while, Arlecchino stood there, waiting, her gaze unwavering.

The person stayed still as a rock, Furina cleared her throat, "if you're here for an autograph I'm afraid it's too late for th-" she squeaked as the person dressed in black lunged at her. They shoved her back into her house and slammed the door. A piece of hair fell out from the hood, only then did Furina finally realize who it was. (I'm going to make this an actual story with an actual plot so bear with me, also arlecchino is terrible in the start)