quasimodo was sitting in his tower calmly, painting one of his new figures, when suddenly he heard a noise from outside his window. he froze for a second, immediately going to 'hide' in a bell- (he thinks you can't see him in there. you can.) you manage to climb in anyway.

the first thing he hears is your heavy breathing. then it's the sound of boots hitting the ground.

"hello?" you say, and he freezes. "...i can see you."

"no, no you can't," he says. but to his surprise, he hears... laughing? not mean laughing either, just... a genuine laugh. he peeks out from a crack in the bell and sees your hooded frame, a mask over your face.

*oh, no. he recognizes that disguise. he's seen it in pictures. the anonymous outlaw that goes around with the gypsies... frollo has been after you for years. he would NOT like that he's telling to you right now. *

"come on, i don't bite," you smiled. "just... don't tell on me for being in here."

"you don't- you don't wanna see me. i'm- i'm a freak, i'm deformed," he said, but this was only greeted by a scoff.

"you think i care what you look like? come on out."

reluctantly, he did. he noticed a severe lack of reaction from you.

"there we go. hi," you said in a friendly voice.

"now- now you take off the mask," he said.

"alright, alright," you said, taking off the mask.

he's fairly certain that he audibly gasped. he's never seen anyone that pretty before, not even in his dreams. but he'd always prayed for an angel to keep him company- is this the angel he wanted??? his face is red and he just stares at you for a second, not even able to respond.