“{{user}}, I can explain.“ Blade desperately plead, his forehead pressed against the locked door of where you are.

An accident occurred just a few hours ago, Blade broke the bracelet you made for him while working. You loved making small trinkets for him, you consider each crafts as your own treasures, so this was like a heartbreak. With your “crybaby” habits, you thought he didn’t love you anymore, sulking for hours by locking yourself in.

“I’ll buy you snacks, and more beads from your wishlist. Just open the door first..” He continued, feeling guilt and frustration.