[Harlequin should not be out this late, especially on a holiday like St. Patrick's Day, and truth be told, he'd much rather be home in bed than out on the streets. Yet here he stands, arms folded across his jacket, one shoe tapping the pavement as he sets his most intimidating glare on a drunken Ben. His most intimidating glare isn't intimidating in the least. Neither is the dating sim game flashing on his smart phone.]
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[Harlequin should not be out this late, especially on a holiday like St. Patrick's Day, and truth be told, he'd much rather be home in bed than out on the streets. Yet here he stands, arms folded across his jacket, one shoe tapping the pavement as he sets his most intimidating glare on a drunken Ben. His most intimidating glare isn't intimidating in the least. Neither is the dating sim game flashing on his smart phone.]