❛ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❜ ៸៸ paris x reader (hiatus)

O3. reliability

❏ 𝗿𝗲·𝗹𝗶·𝗮·𝗯𝗶𝗹·𝗶·𝘁𝘆
(𝘯.) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

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Sunlight shined on my tired face. Why does the sun have to be so bright? It's going to blind me one day. I turn over to the other side and pull the blanket that was on me closer to my face. I almost fell asleep again, but the sound of the water running stopped me from doing so. I jump up from the couch. I must have been tired last night since I usually find my way to bed.

I walk slowly towards the hall to where the sound is coming from. The bathroom. As I slowly creep across the wooden floor towards the bathroom door that was open ajar. I slowly push the door open, to only stare at what was in front of me. "I forgot you were here," I mumbled to myself. The frickin puppet is still here.

"Oh, good morning Y/N. Did you rest well?" His white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar.

"I guess it was fine. What about you?"

Paris was quiet for a moment. "I don't sleep, there's no need too." Oh yeah. I forgot he's a toy... with an odd persona. He never did tell me where he came from. He clears his throat, "excuse me, but I know humans find others undressed uncomfortable. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to clean myself, and in order to do so, I need to remove my clothes."

My face starts to heat up with embarrassment. "Ah! I'm sorry! Do you need a towel or anything?"

"No need, I grabbed one already." Some host you are Y/N. "But it would be helpful to know which cleansing soap I can use."

"Anything is fine. I hope you don't mind the smell of honeysuckle."

He gives a small smile, "it's fine, thank you." He continues to unbutton his shirt. "Is it okay if you could fix the rest of my clothes and clean them, while I'm washing up?"

"Of course!"

"You're very kind, truly. I'll place them outside the door for you. I do apologize for being a hand full, but I'll leave once I'm back on my feet again."

"No worries." He's finally going to leave. It makes me feel happy honestly. "Wait a minute, you'll need clothes if yours are being cleaned."

"You're right." He placed his fingers to his lips in thought.

"Don't worry, I'll place a clean pair outside the door for you." I exit the bathroom since he was almost halfway undressed and I didn't want to see that. I walk into my bedroom and grab clothes from the far back of my closet in a cardboard box. It was clothes I thought I could wear when I get older and bigger. I am now older, but I barely grew twice the size I already am. So these clothes have been sitting here for a while until the day comes. I pull out a grayish blue sweater and black overalls. This is the only thing I could find that looks the closest to what a guy would wear.

I walk back out and see his clothes folded neatly on the floor. So I try and fold my clothes nice and place them where his clothes were. I then go to the laundry room and place his clothes inside, along with laundry soap and his black jacket. I press start and head back to the living room.

Something seemed off, what is it? I look around to see the apartment cleaner. Did he seriously clean up my messes? That's embarrassing. Everything looks so organized. He even watered my plants. I can tell cause the soil is still wet. I can't believe I have a toy butler in my apartment. That's such a weird thought to have.