[Ive never watched the media he’s from btw. request from close friend : 3]

Romantic movies. Something you absolutely abhorred, but your romantic colleague just loved with all his heart.

Mr. Ring-A-Ding was his name—a slightly sophisticated celluloid with a peculiar dialect and a love for everything film. Somehow he had weaseled his way into your heart and life in general. There hasn’t been a day you go without thinking of him.

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One night, you decided to stay late within the cinema, watching old recordings of movies on tape roll through the projector as Mr. Ring-A-Ding sat beside you in a separate chair. The movie he starred in didn’t do him justice. He was very small.

“ ah, “ he chimed, his cartoony eyes lighting up with the similar joy you see when he gets excited at romantic films. “ im so thankful you stayed! It only took a bit of begging before you gave into my pleads, didn’t you! “

A bit. By a bit, he meant a good few minutes.

“ besides, isn’t it just the most pleasant scenery! dim lights apart from the projector, soft music, the perfect ideal romance—it’s all setting the mood, is it not? “

Your hands were already intertwined. They were long ago. His hands were especially smaller in comparison to yours, though. Now, all of a sudden, the contact made your palms go clammy.

’ Set the mood? ‘ ‘ Ideal romance? ‘ what was he talking about?