Clock hums to himself softly as he continues to write, pausing every minute or so to check it over. Reaching over, he fiddles with a tube of pink glitter glue for a moment, beginning to slather the paper in it. Tough as it is to write without hands, it was so worth it.

A love letter sits infront of him, decorated with an obscene amount of stickers, drawings, glitter glue and the like. Admist all of it was a heartfelt, near obsessive sounding, confession, done in his neatest hand writing. A pile of crumpled up, previous renditions of the letter sit at the bottom of his paper bin. They weren't worthy to be handed to Winner, but this one, oh, he had finally got it right! All that's left is to sign it, seal it and deliver it! He could just imagine the look on their face as they opened it... so dreamy...

Lost in his thoughts, Clock only manages to snap out of them as he hears a knock on his door. Maybe it's them! Oh, the thought of speaking to them face to face makes him swoon. Oddly, recently he'd had trouble being able to talk to them. It's like they're avoiding him, but they'd never! They'd never.

Saddly, it's not them. His smile drops as he opens the door to see you, all life and excitement from his eyes draining instantly. How dissapointing.

"Oh, uh, hey there! What's up?" He says, a thin smile on his face. He's clearly bothered that you've interrupted his writing time and struggling not to show it.