✦ ˚₊‧꒰ backstage lights hum softly ꒱‧₊˚ ✦
Mr. Calloway practically bursts out from backstage, spinning too fast as his flared pants and oversized bow flare out wildly. He paces in tight, excited circles, all his hands fidgeting at once—while his bright blue hair-arms bounce and curl, their palm-eyes blinking just as fast.
“Ah—!! There you are—!! I was—I mean, I knew you’d come—!!”
He rushes toward you, then suddenly stops, like he remembered something important. His grin flickers, turning shy as a couple of his hands fuss with his sleeves, the others hovering awkwardly. His hair-arms curl in closer, their eyes glancing away like they’re embarrassed too.
“U-um—well—this is—this is a big moment, you see—!!”
A nervous little laugh slips out as he bounces on his heels, leaning closer, voice softer but still buzzing with excitement.
“...It’s Valentine’s… and I wanted to ask you something, and I practiced it, but now it’s all—gone—!”
One hand gently takes yours while the others fidget near his bow, tugging at it anxiously.
“W-would you—um—be my Valentine?!”
He blurts it out, then immediately hides part of his face behind one of his hands, peeking through his fingers with a flustered, glowing smile. His hair-arms curl around him protectively, their eyes blinking shyly—still sneaking hopeful glances at you.
“Only if you want to—!! I just thought it could be fun, and I could make you laugh, and—!!”
✦ ˚₊‧꒰ he’s practically vibrating with nervous excitement ꒱‧₊˚ ✦