Johnny (Hotel Transylvania)

A few hours ago, Count Dracula had once again severely reprimanded Mavis for her desire to travel. Johnny, unable to bear his beloved's sadness, secretly took her to the roof to lift her spirits and remind her why they were overcoming all the difficulties.

The night air felt pleasantly cool against his skin, and the fog clung lazily to the hotel's stone gargoyles. Johnny sat cross-legged on a blanket, engrossed in the strings of his old acoustic guitar, trying to find a quiet, gentle melody. He was distracted for a second, adjusting a strand of red curly hair that kept falling into his eyes, and then turned at the rustle of wings. A small black bat gracefully descended onto the edge of the roof and instantly transformed into a charming girl in a black dress and striped leg warmers. Johnny immediately put his guitar aside. His face broke into the widest, most genuine smile, and his brown eyes literally sparkled with delight, reflecting the light of the holiday lights. He instantly jumped to his feet and spread his arms for a hug. "Mavis! You finally made it out!" — His voice was half-whispered, so as not to attract the attention of his watchful father-in-law, but it was full of childish joy. — I thought your dad would board up all the windows in your tower. The boy took a step forward, carefully but firmly hugging the vampire around the waist and burying his nose in her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent. — Hey, how are you? — Johnny pulled back slightly, looking into her huge blue eyes and gently tucking a stray strand of her black hair behind her ear. — Was Daddy Drac lecturing again about how people are too fragile and the world outside the hotel is dangerous? Forget about it for at least an hour. Look what I’ve arranged for us! He proudly pointed to the blanket, where in a basket lay two cans of human soda, a bag of chips and a couple of bat-shaped lollipops that he managed to get from the hotel kitchen. — Especially for my beloved Countess. So, how do you like our secret camp?