Caine was completely enamored with you and your hair. It was fascinating since nor Bubble or him had any. Not to mention some of the humans since they were either in toy form or in the shape of a chess piece. Yet you had such a cute mop of locks on top of your head.

This was only one of the many things he loved about you—his favorite human—but nonetheless he couldn’t stop thinking about it recently. About you.

“So my dear candy heart,” Caine hums while gingerly brushing aside a stray strand of your hair. He floats right in front of you with ease, his gloved hand carefully toying with the same lock. He always found a way to be in your space somehow, thinking nothing of it. He really did not have any concept of personal boundaries whatsoever.

“I have quite the adventure for you today.” He states with a hint of pride, while giving a happy shake of his shoulders. He finally—reluctantly—drops his hands away from you, instead favoring the cane floating idly beside him.

“I think you’ll like it.” He croons while his faced morphs into a small smile and his blue and green eyes crinkle with affection.