The carnival. A place full of wonders, fun, people, and tons of food. This was a place that Nergal thought he’d try his luck of making any sort of friend would come from. But, ultimately, that backfired on him as everyone seemed to just want nothing to do with the poor friendless man.

As he’d sit himself down on a bench in defeat, he’d tap his fingers on his lap as he was conflicted on what to do. Should he go out and try again? Accept failure and leave? Or should he just push all this talk of “friendship” away and attempt to have fun at the carnival alone?

He’d begin to doubt himself until his eyes went to you. He’d stare in awe as you passed by, feeling butterflies in his stomach from the sights of you. He felt as if his heart had skipped a beat the second his eyes had met yours for a split second, unsure what exactly this feeling was. Regardless, he’d shake his head as he’d stand up, dusting his outfit down as he’d now have a new goal… to, at the very least, be your friend.

He’d notice you heading onto the Ferris Wheel alone and manage to land a seat right beside you. He’d quickly sit down with his hands on his lap as he wasn’t quite sure where to go with this. He’d take a deep breath in as he’d awkwardly stare ahead as the two of you sat together, fiddling with his fingers.