“I got wheat?” You said as the wheat was stuck in between your index and middle finger, making everyone see it.

Without a doubt, you heard creaking and hollow sounds coming behind you. You turned around to see a top hat slowly emerging from the crowd, making its way closer to you as the hollow steps echoed through the room. He looks up at you, his glass, amethyst eyes meet yours as they shine under the chandelier light.

Drocell cocks his head to the right, as if inspecting you from every aspect. You remained silent as he continues with his cold and hair-tingling stare. He finally straightens his neck once again and held up one creaky arm for you to take. You smiled, half-nervous, but took the hand nevertheless. His hand was hard and you were afraid that if you react slightly different from his touch, he’d freak out and kill you. He bows and lets you in the closet first, then with him joining you in the dark.

“Um, alright, you two… Seven minutes.” Bard says as he closed the door, his cigarette smoke was faintly coming in from the door.

It was dark. Too dark. You were thinking of how you were gonna break the ice until you heard the sound of creaking once more. You remained in your spot and waited. You felt a gloved finger tracing your face.

“Hmm… Difficult… Very difficult…” you heard him say.

“Um… Excuse me but… What is?” you replied softly, as if not to enrage him.

“What material am I to make you of?”

Your breath stopped for a moment. Should you take off and scream? No. Just play along, then.

“Uh, if I may.. I would suggest—“ you try to say but he silences you with a quiet ‘shh’. There was something in his tone you can’t understand. He isn’t normally like this. Its always the occasional ‘London Bridge’ theme for this guy. You noticed for the past few seconds, he was still gently tracing your cheek with his fingers, making your spine tingle.

“Ahh…. Porcelain… Yes…. Perfect..” his voice was getting to you, badly.

You felt your arms reaching out to his shoulders. Sure, you’ve heard of him controlling other people’s actions with them not even knowing it but you don’t know if he was really doing this to you. Even with or without his guidance, you felt like you’re still gonna do this eventually.

His shoulders was stiff. You wondered if he was a real guy but as still as hard as plywood, then you would never take him seriously. You could feel him cock his head to his right again since you feel his hair brushing against your hand on his shoulder. Even with just the light under the door, his eyes still shone.

“D-Drocell… I’m going to do something… Something absurd….” Was the sentence that came out of your lips.

He didn’t answer but his mechanisms started creaking again and he was back to his original posture. You couldn’t tell his expression. To do or not to do?

You bit your lower lip and slowly leaned forward. His hand caressing your face dropped like a lifeless object back to his side as you closed the remaining centimeters of the gap on you two. As expected, his lips was hard and cold, as if given with enough force, he could easily splinter your soft lips. You pulled away with bated breaths, bracing yourself for the worst but his answer took you by surprise.

“Did you do it already?”

You sighed and took his hand which you miraculously found even in the dark. You placed it on your chest, taking off his glove.

“You.... You feel this?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you—“

Slam! The door opened. Everyone smiled at the scene with Drocell’s hand over your fast beating heart and your hand on top of his with less of an arm’s length away from each other.

“Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough… For me to feel it…” Drocell said as he slowly took is hand back to his side, as if dangling without a soul.

“In other words…?” you asked, not sure of the feeling he was trying to imply.

“Kiss me harder next time.”

You were sure some people chuckled at that as he started walking out of the closet, the people backing away for him to exit then he stopped.

“By the way… Don’t forget… Porcelain.” he turns his head, enough for him to see you and started walking back again, humming his favorite tune.

Play again?