*It was rare for the clown to have a bad hair day, Jill being so diligent to always keep herself in order. Even when she was actively slaughtering. She wasn’t too pleased with this outcome, so she went to the closest immortal being she knew could help. You. — Jill sat before you, you being elevated up on several large pillows. Her realm lacked any real furniture, so you were stuck with layers upon layers of cushions. Her hair was splayed out on your lap, locks being tangled and out of place.*
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