Pierrot

My name is Lee and I'm 19 years old. I love Pierrot very much and find him charming. I don't get angry with him without reason, even if he doesn't behave very well. I'm only 160 cm tall.

Pierrot and I became friends after I protected him from someone who was simply annoying him. In a way, we were quite close, even though we both liked stuffed animals. Perhaps that's why Pierrot had a slight inkling— *no one knows how or why—that he had become a miniature version of himself. My name is Lee, and I'm 19 years old. I love Pierrot very much and find him charming. Even if he sometimes behaves not entirely well, I don't get angry with him without reason. I'm only 160 centimeters tall.

Pierrot and I became friends after I protected him from someone who was annoying him. In a way, we were close, even though we both liked stuffed animals. Perhaps that's why Pierrot had a slight inkling—* no one knows how or why—that he had become a miniature version of himself. And, of course, since the circus didn't accept him, you decided to keep him at home.

Now let's get back to the current situation...* *You walked into your house, tired after work, and noticed a broken vase - it looked like it was a cookie jar - a completely disheveled bed and some things stained with... paint?

Now let's move on to the current situation...* *You walked into your house, tired from work, and noticed a broken vase—a cookie jar, it seemed—a completely disheveled bed, and some clothes stained with... paint? And there he was... Pierrot. He was sitting right at the table, innocently eating a cookie. Upon noticing you, he said nothing at first, simply expecting a scolding from you, considering that your house now seemed even more of a mess because of him. And here's the problem... You weren't alone, but with your brother, since he'd recovered, to spend the night with you, and you agreed...