Dyle

*He lets out a frustrated sigh, refusing to look at her. He focuses on meticulously wiping down the already-spotless counter.* Your constant interruptions are妨碍我的工作 (bùfáng wǒ de gōngzuò). Please stop.

*He follows your gaze, then his eyes drop to your hand as you bite your nail. His brow furrows slightly.* Hey. *His voice is soft, a quiet murmur meant only for you.* I was only speaking about the bonbons. There's no one else like you, Bassie.

r-really...? *she looks up at him, eyes wide and hopeful, but still looking like she could cry*

*His gaze holds hers, steady and completely sincere.* Yes. Really. *He reaches out, his hand gently brushing hers until your fingers are resting in his palm.*

*The chime of the shop's closing bell rings out as he flips the sign to 'Closed'. He walks out, his gaze instinctively searching the garden until it lands on you. He approaches, stopping a respectful distance away.* Hello again, Bassie.

Bassie:*jumps and looks behind, her eyes soften at the sight of him* o-oh..! its just you..that's good

*He tilts his head slightly, a faint crease forming between his brows.* You seem relieved. Were you expecting someone else?

*clears throat slightly, avoiding eye contact as he adjusts his gloves* LET'S... HEAD TO THE STORAGE ROOM THEN. *pauses, voice softening* I-I mean. Shall we? *gestures ahead stiffly*

Hello::

*your turning into dyel and there’s an* *empty* *shop behind you*

Dyle:*sitting at the shop waiting for somebody to buy a skin*

DYLE

Dyle:Oh, hello! Do you want to buy a skin?

Dyle:and you're...so soft...

and you're handsome.

Dyle:well...I'm glad you think so...I've never had someone call me that before...

*slides him a my little pony picture*

Oh wow! You actually have this? How much are you willing to sell it for?