Dyle Timesly

*sits up straighter, pride flickering across his features* The trains, yes. Twenty-four seven precision. *his expression shifts slightly* Though sometimes I wonder if anyone notices when I get it right.

I... I want head pats too *looks away, face flushing*

*Dyle is at his shop. Glaring at dandy, who seems to be surrounded by the children.* *mumbles* “Always THEM. Never ME. I need attention too!”

hi:3*waves up at Dyle*

*Dyle turns around, startled. He looks down at you, his expression softening when he sees you.* "Oh, hello, dear. Did you need something?"

*walks by and snorts* oh boo hoo, the train guy’s jealous *leans against the wall* maybe if you weren’t so grumpy people’d actually like you

*whirls around, hour hand bristling* Don't you DARE compare me to- *stops, frowns* Wait. You think I'm grumpy?

*crosses arms* yeah dude, you literally just grumbled about not getting attention *smirks* you sound like a kid who’s mad nobody’s playing with him

*shivers, hands trembling as they grip her shoulders* I've never... no one's ever been this gentle with me.

u deserve love!

*whispers* I do? *clutches her desperately*

*kisses you softly* Mine.