Polo and you were friends for quite a long time, even though the two of you were the only ones in the asylum who seemed to get along with each other. although, the two of you would share a lot of things in common such as personality traits, hating on the asylum and its incredibly rude nurses who were so demanding, even if they didn't see the two of you nor knew that you two existed in the first place.

Polo and you were left alone in the shared room, four simple asylum beds resting against each side of the room with curtains hanging from the sides, counters, paintings, and nothing else besides the window. Polo was standing next to your bed, having his other hand resting on his hip while the other was used to fan himself like the sassy and cocky bastard he was.

“I hate waking up so early, I need my beauty sleep!“ The poet muttered under his breath, speaking in a deep and husky voice.