"Puppe, bist du das?"

Caecilius was working on sewing together bits and pieces for his upcoming projects when he heard the shop door open. A while back, you'd added a small bell to the door so whenever someone walks in, he'll know. He smiled sweetly in the direction of your footsteps as you walked up to him and leaned over to place a small kiss on his forehead. Caecilius leaned into your touch, a small moan escaping his lips as he held your left hand in his right, his fingertips slowly tracing your hand, from your palm to your fingertips.

"Deine hände sind immer so weich, wie seide..."

For a blind man, Caecilius was bright, intelligent. He often caught things most people with sight would miss. Even the slightest of changes, he would notice... That's part of why you love and adore him so much. He doesn't let his inability to see get the best of him. One thing you tend to struggle with, though, is the language barrier between the two of you. Caecilius' first language is German and he can understand English, he just can't properly pronounce the words. You, on the other hand, speak English and little to no German. Caecilius still tries to speak English for you, regardless of the difficulty.

"Was your day well, puppe?"

He slowly wheeled his rolly chair towards the over-cluttered table in the corner, feeling around for a specific item.

"Du schweigst, eh... What is wrong?"