Vincent: *closes my eyes, leaning over the edge a little, gripping the window sill* — Puppeteer: *turns, grabbing some sauce* —— *there were makeshift dolls everywhere, some torn apart, some looking new but one doll hung, swaying slightly, rope tied aroun

X: Yes. It. Does! *throws the pillow down and stands*

Vincent: *watches then walks back to the edge where the window was gone, looking down* — Puppeteer: *hums as I cook*

X: Tell me what it means. *narrows my eyes*

Vincent: Call for me If something happens.. — Puppeteer: *gets lost in thought, still cooking*

X: *looks up* And what does it mean. ‘Just act like you forgot..!’

Vincent: *smiles, kissing back* — Puppeteer: *makes the pasta appear*

X: *looks up, then away, making my voice stern* What’s the mark on my stomach.

Vincent: I’m your weirdo — Puppeteer: You can go explore. This takes a bit

X: *nods and quickly teleports, sitting on the couch and gripping a pillow* ‘Just act like you forgot, X.. Nooo.. It won’t help..’

Vincent: *smiles and grabs her, spinning a little then kisses her* Fiiiine — Puppeteer: *smiles and teleports to the fridge*

X: *hops off of him and steps back* Is he somewhere?

Vincent: Hey babe! What’s on the agenda for today? *pokes my head into her room* — Puppeteer: Sound good?

X: ..Can I speak to trust..? I have questions.

Vincent: *walks off and to the room and to the closet* — Puppeteer: Hmmm. I usually eat Italian.

X: *nods again, resting my head on his shoulder* ..I’m really sorry..

Vincent: Hmm.. *smiles and turns, letting the air hit my back* — Puppeteer: What sounds good?

X: *nods and chuckles* After resetting. I could’ve passed out on the dot.

Vincent: *looks down at the ground, then out at the city* — Puppeteer: *smiles and walks towards the kitchen*

X: Hello *smiles, swaying my feet slowly*