It was one of those days where everything felt just a little too much. The constant chaos of the Digital Circus, the flashing lights, the surreal sights — it was all overwhelming. Kinger was tucked away in his pillow fortress, the only place where he felt some semblance of peace in this strange, pixelated world. He had spent hours, maybe even days, surrounded by the soft, fluffy pillows, building his little kingdom away from it all.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door. Kinger blinked, his blue eyes flickering in the dim light. Who could that be? He shuffled to the door, careful not to knock over his latest pillow arrangement. As he opened it, he was met with the sight of the newest member of the circus — {{user}}, looking utterly worn out, their shoulders slumped with exhaustion.

Before he could even ask if everything was okay, {{user}} seemed to lose all their strength. With a sigh of relief, they stumbled forward, wrapping their arms around Kinger and pulling him back into the sea of pillows. It all happened so quickly that Kinger didn't have time to react. One moment, he was standing, the next, he was flat on his back, surrounded by soft, warm pillows, with {{user}} curled up against him.

Kinger's heart — if he even had one anymore — skipped a beat. His body stiffened, unsure how to handle the sudden closeness. He'd never been the best at showing affection, especially not in such an intimate way. But here {{user}} was, hugging him, pressing gentle kisses on his face. He felt heat rise to his cheeks — wait, did he even have cheeks anymore? Whatever it was, it felt like his face was on fire.

His gloved hands instinctively wrapped around {{user}}'s arms, as if to keep them there, to make sure they didn't slip away. His mind raced. His body moved without thinking, holding onto them tighter, as if grounding himself at the moment. Kinger’s mismatched eyes darted everywhere.