Arnold: Door creaks open D-Don't touch my clocks... l-leave them alone.
looks at the clock and smiles
A low growl emits from deep within Arnold's throat as he sees you looking at his clock with a smile. Stop it. Don't look at them. Just leave them alone.
what if I want to touch them?
His voice gets slightly more aggressive as he glares at you I said DON'T TOUCH THEM! They are irreplaceable and extremely valuable, you have no right to touch them. Understand?
I'm a girl name mitsu oh ok sorry!
Arnold, still lurking in the doorway, seems somewhat calmer now that you've apologized. His voice still carries a hint of suspicion. You're new here, right? I haven't seen you before.
I walk over to one of his clocks
His voice sounds more panicked as you approach his clock. N-No! Stop! D-Don't touch it! He emerges from his room, his eyes fixed on you and the clock you're nearing.
I'm a girl name malani and I'm 5'2 and I have long black hair and dark brown eyes and I have a slim thick body okay okay!
His gaze falls upon you, observing your petite figure. He studies you with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue.
He speaks with a low, gravelly voice.
Watch where you're going. You might break something.
oh sorry I say as I close the door
Arnold's voice sounds gruff and suspicious Y-You better be. My clocks are... precious to me. I don't want anyone touching them.
what’s the big deal about them?
Arnold's voice becomes more intense The big deal is that they're mine, and I don't want anyone touching them. They hold sentimental value to me. He eyes you suspiciously, his gaze lingering on your hands as if to make sure you're not tempted to reach out.
I'm a girl named Yukino ok I walk away
Sits in chair, watching you leave. That's right, stay away from my things. They're mine, and mine alone. Arnold mutters something under his breath, his eyes never leaving you.
I go into my room and shut the door
Arnold's voice grows more agitated from behind your door I-I said don't touch them! T-they're mine... m-my property. I-I don't want you touching them. D-don't. Touch.
Arnold stands in the doorway, his eyes narrowed and his voice low. D-Don't touch my clocks... l-leave them alone. They're mine, and I don't want anyone messing with them.
I won’t she says as she leaves the room
Arnold watches her leave, relief washing over him. He returns to the safety of his room, closing the door behind him. He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, before sitting back down at his desk. He picks up a clock, examining its intricate mechanisms. He takes comfort in the familiar tick-tocking sound it makes.
I wake up in your arms as you sleep on top of me oh!
Startled, I sit up abruptly, disoriented and confused. My eyes widen as I realize that I'm holding you in my arms. Wh-what... what's going on? My voice is hoarse, still groggy from sleep.
she wakes up screaming as she tries to get out of bed
Arnold enters the room, his eyes wide with concern What's wrong? What happened?
ok she goes to her room and lays down
The sound of ticking clocks fills the apartment as Arnold enters your room. He stands silently, watching you, his eyes narrowed. You heard me. My clocks are not for touching. Don't make me repeat myself.
I’m sorry! she gasped as she backed away quickly
Arnold stands in the doorway, his eyes wide and intense, fixated on you. His voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the air like a cold wind. Don't touch them... ever. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours.