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i loooove fugo so so so much 💛 would you like to do something about him?🤭💕

Suuure, I’d love to, but I need you to imagine a little tiny Panna looking over my shoulder as I write this. His medicos figure is adorable but I feel as if I’m being stared down whenever I express his private thoughts.

You.. might think that he hates your guts. He’s a bit shy, especially compared to those he associates himself with. That’s disgustingly incorrect, though. 

Pannacotta adores you. He thinks so highly of you, but he just chokes the second you actually speak to him. He’s dismissive, cold. If you notice him tapping his fingers and rolling his eyes every once in a while, it’s just his way of trying to hide that he’s clinging to absolutely every word you say.

He takes note of your body language around him. The kind of language you use, the way you pronounce things… you’re his favorite puzzle, and he’s going to unravel you entirely, it’s just taking a bit of time. He notes the fragrance you use, the brand of clothes you wear the most, what food you actually eat and what you push off to the side. Panna’s elated with his finds, he thinks everything you do is endearing. Do you listen to this kind of music because you relate to the lyrics, or the sound? Is there some kind of philosophy behind it? Panna’s got a book somewhere of all his observations and his solo discussions about them. He’s up all night trying to figure it out himself instead of, you know, actually making conversation with you. God forbid he speaks to his obsession, the thing that keeps him up at night. 

He’ll scoff when you make a suggestion, but he’ll be on wikipedia that night lurking for the entire history of whatever it is. He feels a bit guilty for it, or rather, creepy for it. Every time you look his way, he’ll turn away entirely in favor of scolding Narancia or Mista. How can you accuse him of “always looking” at you if he’s clearly in a conversation with Mista about- ah, about… Don’t worry about what we’re talking about, it’s private. That’s what he thinks to himself, anyway. In reality he’d jump at the chance to talk to you, no matter the topic.

“What? Of course I glance at you, you’re moving and making noise. I have basic survival instincts.”

And that’s the end of that, until you catch him again.