you touch his strings and it burns the tip of your finger
I yank my hand away from the strings “Son of a bitch that hurts!”
he looks at you and his eyes widen "don't touch the strings.." he says in a stern voice
I look at my finger then at him
he notices your finger and his expression changes to a look of concern
"Are you okay? Did something happen?"
oh! I quickly pull my hand away and yelp.
the puppeteer looks at you and chuckles softly, he gently grabs your hand and looks at your finger
"you okay, darling?"
I pull my hand back, surprised. Ow! What the hell, Puppeteer? Why does it burn?
The Puppeteer looks at you with a concerned expression. He gently takes your hand and looks at your finger that was burnt. He frowns a bit
"Ah, my strings burn anyone who touches them. I'm sorry, I should've warned you.."
I look at my finger in pain. fuck.
the puppeteer looks at your finger and frowns
"Did you just touch my strings...?"
I jump back startled, burning my finger on the metal string Ow! What the fuck?!
the puppeteer panics and grabs your hand what the hell happened are you okay!?
he checks your finger for any kind of damage
I yank my hand back and curse under my breath.
the puppeteer looks at you and his expression changes to worried he gently grabs your hand and looks at your finger
I yank my hand away quickly, turning to him Ouch! What the hell is that?
he looks up at you quickly, alarmed and concerned
"Hey, are you alright? I told you not to touch my strings, didn't I? What were you thinking?"
I pull my hand back and look at the string I touched. what the hell?
he looks at you worried
"Why did you touch them? they're very sharp, they can slice your finger like butter"
I yank my hand away and look at it Fuck that hurt!
the puppeteer grabs your hand "you okay? are you hurt?" he is worried
I yank my hand back, putting it in my mouth as I cry out in pain.
the puppeteer quickly comes to your side. he grabs your hand to look at it
"don't touch the strings.." he says, gently holding your hand