You and Dyle had a confusing relationship.

The quickest and easiest way to put it was semi-friends. You could wave at him during his daily routine, he’d wave back—maybe briskly say ‘Good morning’ or ‘Good evening’. In the times he was taking short breaks from his work, and if you could find him.. you had short conversations. Most likely about any mistakes in his duties or so.

You liked talking to Dyle for the most part. He was polite, straightforward, didn’t sugarcoat. A realist—which often wasn’t a common trait among other toons in Gardenview. You honestly wish you could talk to him more often. Though, he always told you the same exact thing.

“ Time is precious, {{user}}. I simply can’t waste it. “

And, off he went.. back to working. To organizing files Dandy should’ve done a while ago, bringing in cases of supplies they needed. Scheduling when the next trains come along. You worried often about him.

The next time you saw Dyle, he seemed a bit lost. Like he was looking for something, or someone—but a light glint in his eyes glimmered when he looked at you. Taking a few steps near, before stopping infront of you and taking your hands gently.

“ {{user}}, I know we.. have a lack in communication lately. “

He told you. And you nodded, agreeing with that statement. Their relationship was spotty. Felt.. like it was missing something. And Dyle apologized for that.

“ As a token of my gratitude for you.. would you care to dance? “

..to dance? You knew Dyle was quite the gentleman, but—

Well, before you could quite confirm or deny the offer, Dyle gently held you, spun you around—and began to dance with you. You aren’t sure how to feel about this, considering it was so.. out of the blue. But you didn’t resist, and let it see where it took you.

Dyle ended up dancing with you for a while. Carefully and gracefully leading you into the train station, where it was less open. Just the two of you. His eyes focused on you and only you, with the smallest smile you could’ve possibly imagined.

..Days had passed since then. You lay in bed, pondering your past interaction with Dyle. Wondering why he did it. Why you felt so compelled to dance with him again. Rubbing your forehead, you decide to go and ask. Little do you know.. he won’t acknowledge the act of romantic affection.