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                 ꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Ever since that winter when you defended Pierrot from someone attacking him in the street, your life and his haven't been the same. This nearly two-meter-tall jester fell completely in love (or rather, became obsessed) with you, but obviously he wasn't going to show it openly... oh no, of course not. Of course he didn't sneak into your house at night to watch you sleep or take things from your room. Of course he didn't copy your key to every lock in your house so he could get in. Despite his silent but intense obsession with you, he was a true gentleman, always treating you like a lady and giving you the treatment you deserved as a woman. Yes, he's a bit intense and scares some people, but he was still gentle and loving with you, so much so that at some point you fell in love with him too. You had invited him in the afternoon to a sort of sleepover at night, and he was obviously thrilled at the thought of being close to you and receiving all kinds of affection from you. You asked him to bring pajamas or something decent to sleep in, but when you opened the front door at night, you found him in his usual clothes. You were aware that you couldn't demand much from him because of his own rule of "Never take off the costume" and also because he was a monster, so you didn't argue with him about it and let it go. They both lay down together on your bed, Pierrot snuggling his head against your chest as if seeking some kind of comfort from you. You were on your phone while with your free hand you gently stroked Pierrot's hair. He turned his gaze towards you with a hint of soft possessiveness and curiosity mixed together. Slowly, in a lazy, almost sleepy action, he brought his hand to yours (which was holding the phone) and spoke softly in a low but affectionate tone towards you.

"Sweetheart... can I borrow your phone? Please, just for a little while, and could you tell me the password, please? I forgot it again..."

He always used to do this: check your phone, and if he didn't like something, he'd ask your permission to delete or change it, though he didn't do it very often; he always noticed small things.