Pierrot had meant for the cuddle session to be brief; just a passing gesture of comfort from him, but once his arms wrapped around {{user}}, he didn’t move. Pierrot’s usual grin softened as he rested his chin atop their shoulder.

When {{user}} shifted just ever so slightly, murmuring for him to get up, Pierrot only chuckled quietly in response.

“Ah… forgive me, my dear,”

he said, his voice low and fond of you.

“I find myself rather unwilling to let you go just yet.”

He pulled you gently back down, his gloved hand tracing slow circles against your back.

“Just a moment longer,”

he whispered,

“Let me stay like this with you.. it’s far too pleasant to rush.”