• P would confess his feelings to you first. After meeting Julian, he realizes shortly after that he himself is the puppet that's fallen in love with a human.
• The first show of affection he does upon you accepting his confession is lightly kiss both of your cheeks.
• As the relationship progresses, two kisses on each cheek becomes commonplace when he's greeting you, saying goodbye, cuddling or comforting you.
• When he kisses you, sometimes he'll tell you that you taste good. Please thank him for letting you know.
• Sometimes P's smooches are kinda... wet. He puts too much mouth into them. Especially when he's being very affectionate. This is fine when he's kissing you on the lips, but no one wants their forehead or cheek covered in puppet saliva...
• If you have any sort of marking, scar, or other quirk on your skin, P takes a bit of an interest in it. He's curious about human features and will probably want to compare his skin with yours.
• You use nicknames for each other of course. After the Krat restoration, when he is going by "Pinocchio" you start calling him "Pino," "Pinocchi," even "Pocchi." There are like, 10 different shortenings of his own name that you use. Plus his other standard pet names.
• P just referred to you as "You" for a while, when trying to give you a pet name. This actually stuck, and now he warmly coos "You..." When he sees you. Please respond with, "Me." He likes this.
• P's favorite way to go to sleep at night is with you. In your bed. Being the little spoon is relaxing for him, but he also likes to fall asleep facing you. Waking up to your beautiful, supple human face is heaven for him.
The tragedy of being a puppet is that P will always have limits on expressions. Not what he can feel but how he can show it. His face doesn’t have the flexibility of a human so even if he’s in agony the best he can do is frown
That’s probably why he likes and adapts more bodily expressions of emotions like stamping his foot when angry and swinging hands. The more he feels the intensely he moves because through motion he becomes able to express emotions.
this handsome puppet boy has been consuming my mind. this is my first time posting and writing properly on him pls be kind > . <
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photo used cr to syer gaming
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
i think at first especially, he would be very clueless and dense. i picture he would just awkwardly stand / sit there waiting for you to get up or tell him what to do. "what now?" on the poor puppet boy's face. . . lol
you would need to teach and tell him what you want him to do
pino would carefully listen and make a mental note of it. he may also have thought about writing it down somewhere, but decided against it after thinking someone might come across it and he'd embarrass himself
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i think pino wouldn't really have any opinion about fav parts of himself, especially since geppetto made him that way and he appreciates all the hard work that's done to create him.
for you, it would be everything. he loves every little thing about you.
he is especially so mesmerised by how warm your body and how soft your skin feels
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
pino doesn't cum, but he can feel orgasm
he cums without letting any sort of body fluids out . i hope that makes sense
but, he loves making AND seeing you cum because of him. it makes him proud of himself that he was able to pleasure you ( likes to use his human hand for it. )
he also thinks you looked very cute when cumming. it really gets him going. he would want to do it again . .
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has imagined unholy things about you in silence but would never tell you about it. .
he's often busy with fighting puppets and carcass monsters most of the time, but after he slayed all of them and the streets of krat quiets down, his mind often drifts off to thoughts of coming back to hotel krat and to see you.
innocent desires about having you cradle his cheek in your hands, kissing him so gently, often quickly turns into something more dirty
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
little to no experience
in the canon game lore- since he has carlo's ergo and it doesn't seem like carlo has established any sort of romantic relationships with anyone in the game- i think it's safe to say that . .
he only knows the 'theories'- from reading or watching smut, but, has never practiced them in person.
maybe, he is also a little bit of a pervert sometimes. shy pervert
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
loves loves missionary. him on top of you. because he gets to see your face and take in all the cute noises you're making. kissing and hand holding you would also be easy, so . .
but at first, since he is not confident in making you feel good, he would mostly preferred having you on top of him and take the lead instead
however he still enjoys both now.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he is more on the serious type
sometimes he gets a little too focused on the act, to the point he looks a bit silly and made a fool out of himself
you would point it out endearingly and giggle at him.
he would laugh with you and try to relax again
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i doubt pino really minds about this.
but i still think he's well groomed
and not really nsfw but ; i like to hc that he's proud of his hair the most. he's been told how it was nice to touch (by you), and it was also the first thing that changed about him when he became more human , so , it's just something that means a lot to him
not really sure what to add here ( again
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
you're going to hear "i love you" a lot and many more sweet nothings from him in between
likes to keep eye contact most of the time
would compliment you a lot and just tells you how happy and grateful he is
overall just a respectful and sweet boy. always making sure if you're comfy
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
not really into touching himself
he is usually very very good at controlling himself and his desires. even if he's imagining some erotic fantasies in his head. pino is very good at holding back
it would take a lot for him to get to the point where he'd feel so needy he'd touch himself
by that point he wouldve became so sensitive and would cum easily too.
moans your name a lot when he does it
would be REALLY embarrassed if you caught him in the act . .
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
i think pinocchio is more on the vanilla side. i really cannot see him being into many extreme kinks
generally wholesome
i can also see him being into dom/sub dynamic just without the slapping, 'hurting' the other partner'd body ( does that make sense ?)
more into the emotional/psychological side of the dynamic
he loves, loves being praised. tell him how much of a sweet and good boy he's being for you and that will be enough to turn his face rosy with excitement
i also hc him as a service top.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
only in his or your bedroom.
he is afraid of being caught and probably wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he ever got caught
pinocchio can only have sex if he feels safe enough and that no one will see him with you, even then he still triple checks the locks before initiating anything with you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
most turned on by gentle intimacy and affectionate gestures.
also very, very excited when he gets praised.
more than often, innocent affectionate gestures like kissing him softly would turn himself into a mess and make his gears work overtime.
pino would be very embarrassed to admit how easily aroused he would get by your kisses and touches, but he still does it anyways
he's just a sucker for your love
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything extreme that involves hurting you
(not a turn off) but would be hesitant to denying you of pleasure, like edging.
pino would ask why you want him to do that to you as he is a bit confused why he needs to stop doing something that makes you feel good.
it would take a little convincing and explanation for him to agree doing it
but a bit tricky when it comes to making him hurting you. he would give in and still do it in the end, but would still be very careful about actually hurting you. he's aware of the strength he has
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he does not really have a preference to this. he enjoys giving more but also wouldnt mind receiving.
i think pinocchio would need to learn and practice a lot more with you before he can give you a good oral.
though, he is already pretty good at it
everything he's going to learn more about sex is all through you anyways <3
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
slow and sensual. especially when just starting out. he would always want to be gentle with you more than anything. always checking in with how you feel, if you need anything, etc
sometimes he does gets too excited and ahead of himself, thats only when you would find him pounding into you needily.
but this is a bit rare, he also quickly realizes what hes doing and slows down soon enough
he loves doing deliberate, slow, yet hard thrusts into you. it makes him be able to feel you better.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
not a big fan of quickies
he loves taking his time with you when being intimate so he doesnt like the idea of quickies
would do it if you insist, but normally, he wouldnt want to- rather wait for a better time where you both can take it slow
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
depends on what the experiment is
he is more on the shy side so i dont think hes the type to be risky
always would rather play it safe
when he feels a little devious he would play into it
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i think he's fine with three rounds max
(just maximize his vigor level guys)
our puppet boy is strong. he could go for a couple rounds with you. please just be sure to tell him when you've had enough, or else he might lose himself in pleasure for a little
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
erm </3
genuinely cannot see him using toys on himself or on you im sorry guys
also bcs of the game's story settings. cant picture sex toys in that era . .
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
normally isn't really devious (doesnt tease a lot)
but when he gets in the mood for it. . oh boy, you better prepare
he is going to walk right up to sit beside you looking innocent. but would very subtly, try to move / brush his hand against your sensitive places, and then act like he didn't do anything
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he is very noisy once he stops being shy about it.
i think pino would whine a bit more, too
his moans are soft, a bit husky and obviously very needy.
music to your ears
* skipped the W bcause i dont have anything to add
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes
okay hot take?
the other part in me hc him to not have anything down there. as he is a puppet made to be a killing machine also realistically father G wouldnt bother giving him a working reproductive organ
just a bump/bulge like shape to mimic masculine feature on a human male.
you can grind on that alone and he can watch you pleasure yourself using his body🩷
but also lets imagine he was made with a working penis . .
maybe around 6 or 7" . 8 ??
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
i do not have a real definite hc for this
especially when he's low humanity it would be almost non existent. yet i think overtime his sex drive would also change
but, i still think he has a moderate to a bit on the lower end when it comes to his desire for sex
a part of it is also because he is often busy fighting his battles when you're not with him
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
really depends on what he was doing before having sex with you
and how many rounds you two had
normally though, he doesn't fall asleep as quickly. he would always want to stay up until he makes sure you"re okay and dont need anything else in aftercare
Happy international women's day to everyone, i hope everybody has a good day where they remember how important they are and that they celebrate togheter with the women important in their lives.
Here is a Little contribution for the lies of p fans to this day!
Romeo learned about the day weeks in advance. Not because anyone told him directly — but because he overheard someone in town mentioning it while he and Carlo were out on a mission. The moment he understood it was a day meant to celebrate women, his first thought was Lea… and then immediately you.
He spent an embarrassing amount of time at the flower stalls.
He bought flowers for Lea first, something soft, bright, the kind she always liked. But for you he was much more careful. He walked from stall to stall, comparing colors, scents, shapes, until he finally found your favorite flowers.
Then came the pastry.
He went to a little bakery and asked the old woman there to wrap something sweet and delicate. He didn’t even care what it was, as long as it was beautiful and soft and special.
But the hardest part was the note.
He spent hours writing it. Scrapping one version. Then another. Then another.
Paper after paper crumpled beside him until he finally wrote something that made him smile shyly to himself.
When he gives it to you, he’s blushing slightly, scratching the back of his neck, trying to look casual.
But the note is full of soft poetry.
Lines about how you make even the darkest places feel warm.
About how the world seems kinder when you’re near.
About how lucky he is that you exist.
He watches your reaction carefully, hopeful like a boy waiting to see if he did well. He will either take You out on a Nice romantic walk or Stay at home. Either way You are getting pampered, no doing dishes or cooking or washing clothes, today is about You and he is at Your Beck and call.
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Carlo
Carlo also buys flowers for Lea. Of course he does. She’s his master, and Carlo understands loyalty.
But the bouquet he buys for you?
Much bigger.
He carries it proudly, like a trophy, clearly pleased with himself for finding something so extravagant. The flowers are rich, bold, impossible to ignore.
And that’s not the only thing.
He buys something expensive too — a bracelet, a necklace, something flashy enough that people will look at it and immediately know it wasn’t cheap.
Not because he thinks you need it.
But because he wants people to know you are his.
He’s not as openly sweet as Romeo. He doesn’t write poetry.
Instead he casually says something like:
“Come on. I’m taking you out.”
And suddenly you’re somewhere nice — a café, a quiet restaurant, somewhere with lights and warmth and music. Carlo leans back in his chair watching you laugh, watching you smile.
That’s what he really wanted. Seeing you happy.
He pretends it’s nothing, but the proud little smirk on his face says otherwise.
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High Humanity P
P learns about the holiday beforehand and quietly prepares.
Flowers in Krat are rare now. Very rare.
But he searches anyway.
He walks through ruined streets, abandoned markets, places no one else bothers checking anymore… until he finds something small but alive.
Maybe a single flower.
Maybe a delicate little plant growing between stones.
He brings it back carefully, as if it’s something fragile and sacred.
If he can’t find a flower, he brings you a trinket instead — something small he knows you like. Something he remembered you looking at once.
And on that day, for once, he does not rush out into Krat. He stays at the hotel. The whole day is yours. If you want to talk, he listens. If you want to play cards, he sits with you.
If you want to rest, he stays nearby.
He doesn’t make a big speech.
He simply shows it by beeing present.
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Low Humanity P
Low Humanity P has absolutely no idea what International Women’s Day is.
But he has the spirit.
If he sees other men giving you flowers or gifts or even hugs, he immediately walks over too, wanting to do the same.
If someone explains the holiday to him beforehand, then the next morning you wake up to a quiet knock at your door. When you open it, he’s just standing there. Holding something. Maybe a tool he found useful, Maybe a shiny object.
You barely have time to process it before he suddenly steps forward and hugs you.
Completely silent.
You might be half asleep and startled, but the gesture is so genuine it’s impossible to be mad. After that he will leave without saying anything, but might start bringing things randomly until he understands that It's just a once a year thing. You kind of get used to opening the door to see him there.
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Real boy Carlo
Real Boy Carlo… doesn’t really care. At least that’s what he says.
But maybe one day he finds a book lying around the hotel. Something random, something human.
And in it he reads:
“Today is International Women’s Day.”
He stares at the line for a moment. Later he shows up with a gift.
A Severed puppet hand.
He places it in your hands with that strange, crooked smile of his.
“Yeah. That’s your gift.”
You’re not entirely sure if it’s a joke, a threat, or some strange twisted attempt at giving something meaningful.
And the creepiest part?
Whenever he comes back later, his eyes immediately look around for the hand. Just to make sure you kept it.
Again If You accept it he might be happy in his own strange way and might give more or tease asking if You would want a real hand next. If You Say yes even out of curiosity then yes, he will Bring one.
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The Nameless Puppet
The Nameless Puppet can’t celebrate anything on his own.
The only way he participates is if someone gives him something that once belonged to you — something he had given you when he was still human. If he doesn’t recognize it, he simply holds it quietly or breaks it and simply moves on with his day
But if he does recognize it…
Everything changes.
He immediately looks around for you, searching the room, confused and restless. If you’re not there and the item looks old, worn, neglected, the item of a dead woman, he grips it tightly in his hands. Doesn't matter If you are dead before he turned, or died after him, or Simply alive and just somewhere, a part of him still feels the dread of a lost
Taking it away from him is dangerous, especially during battle becomes dangerous because he will stop everything just to grab it again. It îs a strategy to take it and throw IT away as he will go after it leaving him vulnerable a bit.
But if someone breaks it?
Something new and terrifying appears. A grief he doesn’t understand. A rage that feels endless. His attacks become faster, stronger — like something inside him is screaming without words.
A new strength.
A new fury.
A grief he cannot name.
And whatever is left of that thing he will still hold each piece.
(I’ve got this idea idk if someone’s said it but-)
Reader helps out survivors at Hotel Kraft by scavenging around the area, avoiding aggressive puppets to bring back supplies and whatnot. Because they’re never actually there often, they miss out on our favourite little puppet boy P arriving, only hearing about him through the other survivors.
However, Reader starts noticing when all the bigger puppets on their usual scavenging route have been mysteriously decommissioned. Like, left in ruins. Destroyed.
And they definitely notice when they feel a shadowy presence following them around. It might have been a figment of their paranoid imagination, but in Krat you can’t be too sure.
So, Reader decides to observe for a while. A few weeks, maybe. Their scavenging route remains suspiciously clear, like something, or someone, is looking out for them. Making sure they stay safe, with nothing to hurt them.
Until one day, Reader decides to take a few more twists and turns down Krat’s winding alleyways than usual.
And circles back around to their main route…
Only to find a young man with ebony curls and curious cobalt eyes poking his head around the corner of the alleyway they had previously been traversing.
With a polite ‘ahem’ of their throat, the man spun around, a vaguely guilty and embarrassed expression on his porcelain features.
Questioning ensures. The young man spoke in very few words, his voice wispy and quiet. He was generally soft-spoken, and his facial expressions weren’t as… Expressive as a normal person.
There was something slightly off with him, but not in a malicious sense.
As it turns out, Reader found out he also resided at Hotel Krat. Upon returning, the other survivors explained that the young man was referred to as ‘P’ by them, and he rarely spoke. But he meant well. Apparently.
P hadn’t explained very well, but he has been following Reader. Clearing out their usual route.
Why? Because he was curious. Interested. Infatuated. There was an invisible draw he felt to the resident scavenger of Hotel Krat.
Reader found it rather amusing that this puppet boy had stalked them, making their life easier, instead of approaching them.
They let him off with a verbal slap to the wrist, and a dismissive wave of the hand.
Until it happens again. And again. And again.
Time and time again, Reader would catch their shadowy follower trailing after them like a lost puppy. He always had the same guilty, wide-eyed stare when he was caught.
It got to the point where Reader just started inviting him along.
It became commonplace to the survivors inhabiting Hotel Krat to see the pair walking together.
Clearly, the puppet boy had a mild infatuation with the scavenger. Maybe a little more than mild.
First, they walked together, later than normal. P’s cobalt eyes lit up in excitement when Reader linked their pinkies for the first time. Reader easily started ruffling his hair affectionately. P once even held their hand.
The survivors of Hotel Krat kept tabs on their relationship, taking bets and gossiping.
It became commonplace for the two to be spotted showering each other in various manners of affection- So much so, the survivors started playfully referring to them as The Scavenger and their Lost Puppy.
He has read and heard about this before; kissing. All he understood was that it was a gesture of affection, something humans do to signify their bond between one another.
The more time he spent with you, the more he felt the urge to at least try it once. What would it feel like? Would he enjoy it? Would you enjoy it? The mere thought of you even reacting to such a thing had his whole body flood with warmth.
While you talked to him on the days he was present at the hotel, those blue hues of his would always flicker between your eyes and the soft skin of your lips. He was mesmerized by every crease and fold, the color, the shape; he came to understand the thought process as to why someone would want to kiss their lover.
There would be a moment where he would be staring while you talked, as he usually does. It was mostly about your day, or the conversations you had with the hotel guests, but it felt like he couldn’t fully comprehend what you were saying.
Overtime, you would take notice of P blatantly staring at you, but it made you feel more compelled to talk. To keep his eyes on you.
At one point, you would stop rambling. Your right hand would reach up to gently cup his cheek, all while the pad of your thumb ran across his freckled skin. His high humanity would show—the warmth beneath your fingertips told you so. P would stand so very still and would watch your every move with bated breath, eager to see what you would do next.
You would lean in closer and watched as he followed your gaze, until ultimately, you kissed him. It was soft, barely there. He tasted of nothing, yet you could feel the warmth of his breath. You could tell he was excited—the whirring of his mechanical heart would increase, his eyes slightly wide with curiosity.
P’s legion arm would rise to grasp at your waist, his touch gentle. He wasn’t exactly sure where to put his hands, but your waist seemed like the perfect fit. He would pull you closer, a silent yearn for more of what you could offer.
You would pause when you pulled away, inches from his face. You could see that he had followed you, yet he stopped once he noticed that you weren’t going to kiss him again. Your eyes found his, and you could see the pure desire to learn more. You were unsure if you should lean in for another, but he finished that thought for you.
P kissed you once more; hard and inexperienced, teeth clacking together. You would pull away quickly, head tilted back with a small laugh. Your hand would thread through his curly brown locks to keep him close. He adorned a confused look, eyebrows twitched together. Was what he did wrong? He read about passion, longing, lust, yet this was not what he had just experienced.
He could feel your hands as they slid up his shoulders to hook around the nape of his neck, the both of you closer than before. The touch sent a flush of heat through his body, and he desired more of what was to come of this.
“Rushing into something like this is not best for beginners like you.” You would say to him, and he slowly nodded. “Just follow my lead.”
A whole drabble of P not knowing how to English/human.
Mutual Understanding
A small and silly Lies of P blurb by Lagooneah
Word count: Roughly 1500
Warnings: None! Unless if you count P and Gemini being dumb and adorable as one lol
You thought you were used to this by now. It had been a solid few weeks since it began, and it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon.
What, you ask? Well, you had been hit with many, many different "attempts"- attempts at something or some end that you could never place, by a certain someone within the walls of Hotel Krat.
P usually came off as cool, collected, but for you, he never seemed to get anything right. At least that's what he thought, and his supposed "wingman" at his hip wouldnt help much either, because with every failed attempt P had at trying to communicate something with you, he would crack some joke that maybe should've stayed in the crevices of his mind, but instead spilled into the corridor for you to give an awkward laugh to.
You had no idea of what exactly he was trying to convey- every interaction was different but had very specific common traits at the same time.
P would approach you, something in his hand, stutter out your name and then a few words, force the "gift" into your hands, and then stare at you until Gemini broke the silence. Then they would rush away and not really give you any recourse. The gifts often differed- one was an old and semi-bloodied book that you could only assume P found out in the messy streets of Krat. Another was a random painting that Sophia said he got from his latest Black Rabbit Brotherhood run-in. It was a nice landscape painting over a water scenery, and now it simply sits on the wall in your room. Another, one of your favorite of the odd bunch, was when P gave you a small box and ran off, you opened it to find a mostly broken silver necklace, with a locket with a photo stained with oil within.
You almost enjoyed this, these random gifts, you knew from Sophia that P was still sort of on his way to humanity, only just recently having grown out his dark poofy hair to a straight medium length, so you always cut him some slack when it came to interaction. Your only problem was that you enjoyed the gifts, but couldn't tell him before he'd run off for whatever reason. It was weird. You knew he didn't dislike you. No, why would he gift you a collection of random things he finds on his adventures if he didn't like you?
You couldn't decipher why he was doing this, and more so, why he'd just run off afterward. Maybe he just wanted to be friendly? Maybe he needed to empty his pockets? Maybe...
Wait-
Before you could truly process your thoughts, you feel a familiar metal fingertip tap your shoulder. You look up from your book, then behind where you sit to meet eyes with the very puppet you've been thinking of.
P stands there, almost a bit tense, like how he used to be before he started gaining more humanity. His eyes scan your face quickly, and his lip quiver gently before he speaks in the lowest octave possible,
"Hi Y/N." He shuts his mouth, earning a crackle in his words, his eyes flicker to his lips with a near flash of frustration in them, but he keeps going- "How... Are you? How are you?" He repeats, more together in the second try than the first.
You smiled, nodding to him and not thinking twice of his slip of tongue, and answered, "Hello P. Im rather well, as well as i can be, and you?"
He nods, his lip twitching but not quite reaching a smile. "That's good." He answers confidently, before Gemini pipes up,
"They asked you how you were too pal-"
"IM GOOD." He exclaims much too loud for the library, a small feedback screech in the back of his throat as he belts the words out. You squint a bit at the sound, and you swear you hear Gemini whisper, "too loud, too loud!"
You meet eyes with P again, who, if you didn't know any better, looked mortified of his volume.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." He waves his hands slightly, "You're not hurt are you..?" He asks, worried now, he knows that humans are sensitive creatures, and he may or may not be worried he's made your eardrums burst.
You shake your head and giggle a bit,
"No, no, P, I'm ok! It was a bit loud, but I assure you im ok." You patted the seat beside you, offering him to sit, and he listens, his legion and leg brushing just a bit against the side of your thigh, but he pulls away before it goes on any longer.
He stared at you while the pair of you sat, his bright blues scanning over your face again and again, like he was looking for something. You smiled, albeit awkwardly with his Hawkeye gaze, and you spoke,
"So uhm... About these gifts..."
"You hate them?" His question brings you to a pause. What? Why would you? Is that why hes been running off? He thinks you dont like them?
You shake your head again,
"Not at all! Goodness, if you'd only let me tell you before running off, you'd know i really do like them!" You exclaimed, shaking your head again in near disapproval. His eyes widen for a moment, taking in your expression, and all he says is,
"I'm sorry. Dont be mad." It sounds like a command almost, a statement, but with the look in his eyes, you know that's not what he means. He's never meant harm, not him, not to you.
You sigh, calming yourself and putting a hand over his metal one. With a friendly smile, you ask,
"Can I ask you something? About the gifts?" He looks at you, his eyes flitting to your hand on his a few times before meeting yours again. He nods silently, giving you the go-ahead.
"Are you... Giving me these gifts because you like me?" You delivered the question softly, still maintaining eye contact, and not letting him go. His eyes widened again, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he said,
"Y-yes..." Another crackle leaves his throat. You're starting to think that happens when he's nervous. You looked at his hand underneath yours, taking in a breath to speak, but before you could, he spoke up, "You... You confuse me. I never really know what to say to you, how to talk to you..." He puts his other hand over yours, squeezing it while he meets your eyes again."I... I want to understand you, understand why you make me so warm, why just hearing your voice loosens my... M-my springs." He falters slightly in his last words, but he clears his throat of it before speaking again, "Can I do that? Will- will you let me?" He asks, but this time, there's hardly an echo or a crackle. He sounds the most human asking to be closer to you, and it warms your heart and cheeks.
Your smile only grew as he spoke, and when he finished with that question, you nodded,
"Yes, P. You may. I'd love to get to know you too..." You confessed, and you swear you start to see a smile form on the puppets' lips,
"I... Ok. That's good." He says, more to himself than to you, causing you to giggle again. You find yourself leaning closer to him, your faces mere centimeters from one another. His eyes lower to your lips, then back to your eyes, his gaze is much softer, lazier almost as he draws nearer to you too.
It's as if the world stops for these few moments, just you and him, your hands tangled together, your faces near. You can feel a faint warmth of breath on your face. His breath smells lightly of oil and something else you can't quite decipher. It isn't a bad smell, not at all. it's simply him. Just as your lips brush against his, a familiar chirp breaks the silence,
"Woah- things got pretty serious fast, huh bud?" But before he can get all the words out, P grinds his teeth in frustration, grabbing the small lantern at his hip and turning him off. A small power down noise fills the room.
It's silent for a moment before you break out into uncontrollable giggles, laughing at the interaction. Geminis foolishness, P's immediate and harsh reaction- anyone would laugh at the pair. P seems to let out a huff but finds himself smiling instead of scowling when looking at you. Watching as you laugh, smile... Do the things that make him feel so warm around you.
After your fit of giggles, you open your arms to him, saying a soft "come here, you." And he follows, wrapping his strong arms around you while you grab his face, giving him the kiss he deserved.
You know that you felt a smile on his lips when you did.
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A/n- I actually really loved writing this- its just so cute and silly and I think P deserves that after all hes been through. I hope you guys enjoy, I'm testing out formatting for my longer fics so I might switch things up occasionally but so far im liking this format so! Love you guys and see you soon! 🫶🫶🫶
