˚₊‧꒰⭐꒱ ‧₊˚— It was strange to notice the familiar shine — gold that glints like sunlight on water, a perfect reflection that never falters. Though now there was an unfamiliar face to the shimmer, and Stepford smiles the way a trophy gleams: practiced, bright, flawless. Every word he speaks sounds like applause waiting to happen.

"Hi there, champion." He swelled, the words sounding like a million times greeting, although he probably knew you better than you knew him.

"I was waiting for you to finally say hello. Don't you know, I've always wanted to be held, not displayed?" He said with a wink, the cheesy line twinkling off his lips.