Curate, connect, and discover
Came from your thought of Pinocchio being jealous and if your up to it would you be willing to expand that I’m thirsty for this puppet and if I’m honest jealous puppet boy might quench that.
I don’t think the thirst for him will ever be quenched honestly, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try LMAO here’s something sweet and silly for you!
You find it adorable when he gets jealous and you know it’s something he’s working on. Emotions are something comepletely foreign to him, but luckily his jealously has never felt malicious or spiteful. It has been a tad ridiculous however with three prime examples
First was Venigni. You and Pinocchio had been practically giving Antonia her own little recital, with him on the piano and you doing vocals. You two are so into your little performance you don’t even notice Venigni enter the room, but when you do only you pause to greet him, Pinocchio choosing instead to nod whilst continuing to play the ivory keys.
“Well if it isn’t my favourite musical duo.” He’d exclaimed as he swaggered into the room. Venigni held his hand out towards you and of course you reciprocated, gently placing your own in his and he gave a polite chaste kiss to your knuckles. “You sound as lovely as always.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but was cut off by the abrupt sound of slammed keys. You and Venigni both turned to face Pinocchio, his expression had turned pinch, but he continued to play as if nothing had happened.
Next was Pinocchio’s own father. Gepetto had needed to make some quick upgrades to his son’s inner workings and this time you were allowed to watch. You sat right next to your boyfriend, watching intently as the older man was quick to open Pinocchio’s chassis and get to work.
Now part of the reason you were allowed to sit in this time was to lend Gepetto a hand, literally if need be. Getting up constantly to grab something from the other side of the room is taxing on the knees after all, not to mention the other reason was because Pinocchio knew you were curious and wouldn’t budge until you got to stay.
You were, thankfully, allowed to ask questions and you wasted no time in doing so. A smile graced Pinocchio’s lips as he watched you enthusiastically chat away with his father, ocassionally handing him something he may have needed at the time.
“You’re a good assistant, bright and very curious.” Gepetto said, “Perhaps I’ll have to steal some of your time between my son’s vists, hm?”
You brightened at that, “Really? I’d love to learn more about-“
Your response was cut off by the sound of splintering and snapping wood. Your attention was drawn to the now destroyed remains of the arm rests of Pinocchio’s chair. Whether or not his father knew what was going on didn’t show as he proceeded to scold Pinocchio’s actions, citing how Krat’s current state would make it impossible to get a replacement.
For what it worth your boyfriend looked genuinely remorseful when he mumbled that sorry.
The most ridiculous instance had been Spring. That’s right, the cat. You were on the second floor by the stacked luggage the cat loved to frequent, lavishing him with attention like you usually did. Spring had just started purring when you felt a set of arms wind their way around torso, the culprits chest pressing against your back in the process.
“Hey, pretty boy.” You greeted as you continued to pet the cat, leaning slightly back against Pinocchio’s chest in the process. “Are you heading back out soon?”
His response was to squeeze you a little tighter, so yes, he unfortunately was. You sighed, deciding to take that moment to just linger in his quiet presence before he had to go. You felt him nuzzle into the side of your head and you heard him inhale before… was that clicking? Or was it grinding?
What ever it was you felt it vibrate against your back, making you startle, Pinocchio’s arms stopping you in your attempts to turn to face him. “Whoa whoa, is everything okay? What’s that sound? Are you okay?” You couldn’t turn your body, but you could turn your head at least.
He was refusing to make eye contact with you, you knew his face would be red if he was capable of it, but you could tell by the look on his face that he was embarassed. Still the noise continued, something of a deep reverberating grinding which caused a constant click to sound. Whatever was making the sound in him was strong enough that you were able to feel it rumbling away in him, it almost sounded like how a cat purrs.
Then it clicked.
“Are you… jealous of Spring?” You asked incredulously. You were 100% certain that’s what it was, but you still needed that confirmation.
You got the answer when you heard the ‘purring’ falter slightly as he hid his face in your neck. You stood there shocked for almost a full minute before you let out a soft snort, your free hand finding it’s way into his soft chestnut hair.
“Oh, my sweet boy.”
The ‘purring’ got louder at that.