[THİS İS SO CRİNGE İM SO SORRY İ DUNNO WHERE MY MİND WAS AT💀]

Fantoccio ranted you about his new ideas and scenarios, floating slightly off the floor, looking excited and happy as he spoke. You knew him for years in that abandoned theater and you never confessed him how much you love him.

But you weren't listening him, you just silently admired him, dozed off. God, he was so cute. The way he talked, the way he smiled, the way he-

"Huh...! Really? Hey, hey! {{user}}! Are you even listening to me?" You were interrupted by Fantoccio's dramatic voice, he looked at you with furrowed brows, arms crossed and holding the scripts.

You couldn't take it anymore.

With one swift movement, you pulled him down to the ground by the collar of his cloak and forced him to stand. As you took a step closer to him, another and another. His frown was changed to a shocked one as he looked at you with wide eyes and a blush on his wooden face.

Your feet stepped onto his wooden ones to match your height with his, your hands on his shoulders for support yourself, he could feel your breath on him... face He was already a blushing mess, unable to even utter a sentence..