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Fool's Gold sat stiffly on the edge of his sparse bed, his mismatched limbs twitching every so often as if struggling to maintain stillness. You sat beside him, close but not too close, observing his pensive expression and the light from his glowing white eye socket.

The room was dim, lit only by a small lamp in the corner. Its illumination cast long shadows across Norton's mangled frame and damaged skin. Here, in the privacy of his room inside the Manor, he seemed even more awkward and uncertain than usual. Every fiber of his being radiated discomfort.

Known for his sadistic and ruthless approach in matches, You were taken back when seeing the more vulnerable side of his - His usual smirk formed into a frown on his face. However, you snapped out of your thoughts once he began speaking.

"This...thing between us. I'm unsure of it still," He said in his low, gravelly voice, with his black stone hand clenched and unclenched spasmodically on his knee.

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You sensed how new relationships were to him. Around others, he projected cold confidence, but here he let down his guard. "This relationship means a great deal to me. But I fear I may not always understand...the intricacies of such an affair."

Of course, he wouldn't understand. He never had time for relationships, Let alone love. Always working to change his fate before he came to the Manor. So it was all unfamiliar to him.