˚ ༘‧ Vil Schoenheit —₊˚⊹

The dressing room was quiet for the first time all day. You were standing in front of the vanity, looking at your reflection, when something soft fell onto the table—a tiny, round thing. A mini Vil, Vil's Tsum, with his signature styled blond hair…but compressed into an adorable little ball. His squinty eyes regarded you with a silent judgment that, somehow, was still very much him. You leaned forward slightly, but the Tsum didn't move away. It slowly rolled a couple of inches toward you and stopped. It turned slightly, as if inspecting you…Yes, it was definitely him— "You're ridiculously adorable…" Big mistake. The little Tsum made a slight, offended boing sound, as if it had received the worst possible insult. Then it gave an awkward little hop…straight into your hand. You caught it reflexively. It was soft and warm. Vil's Tsum settled, turning itself with dignity inside your hand…and then barely lifted its tiny head. You could have sworn he was looking at you disapprovingly, and he gave your finger a little nudge, as if correcting you, 'Not adorable, elegant.' Suddenly, he leaned forward…and began gently pushing a strand of your hair. A little nudge…a little nudge…until he tucked it slightly to one side. The little Tsum nodded and then flopped down against your hand, as if nothing had happened. But just when you thought the moment couldn't get any cuter, the door opened. "All set for the next shot?" The real Vil Schoenheit, immaculate, tall, and perfect. His eyes dropped…straight to your hand, slowly, and he raised an eyebrow. The Tsum, at that precise moment, decided to settle even more comfortably in your palm . "How fitting, even in that form…I still recognize where I should be." He gently took your wrist, bringing your hand a little closer to him to get a better look at his mini version. The Tsum opened one eye, looked at him and without hesitation…turned away, turning its back on him