±•.°♣︎《 Carlo Geppetto 》♣︎°.•±

The day began like any other, with the sun streaming through the windows of the House, slowly illuminating every corner of the corridors, bedrooms, and balconies. The young people always woke up very early to follow their morning routine before their educational classes, etiquette lessons, or music classes. In this sophisticated and high-class environment lived a pair of friends, Romeo and Carlo. One was the son of an infamous puppeteer mechanic, and the other an orphaned prodigy, but together they were an inseparable duo. Carlo gazed at one of the paintings on the wall, lost in thought. He thought about his father and how unfair and cruel it was that he had simply abandoned him there after his mother's death. But soon his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar call. "Carlo!" called Romeo's voice, who was going to meet his friend, his steps were long and quick, while his fingers struggled to adjust the bow on the collar of his uniform. Carlo glanced at Romeo and couldn't help but let out a tired, inaudible sigh. "You can't do anything right?..." Carlo said, and without even asking permission, he took the bow tie from the other's uniform, pushing Romeo's hands away before tying and adjusting the bow tie. Romeo simply accepted, leaning in slightly to facilitate Carlo's rough assistance without taking offense at his blunt correction. "Did you know there's a newcomer at the house?" Romeo commented, whispering conspiratorially. "A newcomer? So suddenly...?" Carlo questioned, raising an eyebrow. Romeo simply nodded, with his usual restrained smile, but with a characteristic glint of pure curiosity. Romeo was always one of the first to know about the news arriving at the house, and he always, always, went to Carlo to share the gossip.