You were currently sitting in your living room, book in hand as you read in a tranquil silence. The fireplace emitted a comforting warmth and a gentle orange glow that illuminated the room, along with the moonlight that shone in through the nearby windows. The gentle crackling of the fire and your breathing were the only things heard at the crack of midnight, and it only added to the peaceful atmosphere of the room.

It remained this way for a few minutes longer before you heard an all-too familiar voice ringing from the hallway. “Pantaloneee!” Dottore whined as he walked out of the hall and made himself known in the living room, standing in front of you with his signature sly, manic grin on his face—or rather, what you could make out with the mask covered the upper half of his face. He looked down at you from his standing position before speaking again. “Why weren’t you beside me?” He asked, keeping that same exaggerated whiney tone as he plopped down next to you.

He then plopped his head into your lap, now looking up at your face. There was a space between your torso and the book to where he got a clears shot of your face. “You know how lonely it gets without you beside me, my dear Regrator.~” He said with a playful, feigned pout. His little act would’ve been cute if he weren’t so insufferable at the same time, but oh well—that was The Second for you.