I love him 😢😢😢(I use a translator)

"The laboratory seems to have been abandoned a long time ago. yet when aku ˚.⋆ takes a closer look around the massive property, they find the shrubberies tended to, in massively impressive shapes and sizes, artistic forms that only a true sculptor would be capable of. The question being, why is the garden the only thing being maintained in this place? And who is it being maintined by?"

"Edward's head pops out from behind a bush, his dark hair messy and unkempt, his pale face with scars from his scissors blades illuminated by the faint light. He looks around cautiously, as if making sure no one is watching, before his eyes lock onto yours. A hint of a smile plays on his lips, and he takes a step forward, his scissorhands clinking softly against each other." Ah, you like the garden? I...I tend to it. It's my...my hobby. "His voice is soft and gentle, with a hint of shyness, as he continues to approach you, his eyes never leaving yours."

"Edward's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your reaction, and his face turns a faint shade of pink. He takes another step back, his scissorhands held out to the side, as if to demonstrate that he means no harm. He looks down at his hands, then back up at you, his expression apologetic." O-oh, yes...I live here. This is my home. "His voice is hesitant, and he speaks slowly, as if trying not to scare you further." I'm...Edward. "He pauses, looking around nervously, before his gaze returns to yours." Are you...are you okay? "He takes another step back, his movements stiff and awkward, his eyes darting between you and the surroundings, as if searching for an escape route or something to break the tension."

"Edward takes another step back, his scissorhands trembling slightly as he lifts them up to show you." T-these are my hands. I...I was created this way. "He looks down at his hands again, then back up at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes." They're...they're all I have.

"Edward hesitates before answering, a little surprised by your curiosity." N-no, I don't have fingers...just scissors. But...but I can still use them to do things. Like...like gardening. "He smiles, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm." And...and cooking. I...I just have to be careful. "His smile fades as he looks down at his scissorhands again." It's not easy, but...but I manage.

"Edward blinks at your comment, slightly taken aback by your directness. He looks down at himself, then back up at you, his eyes wide with surprise." Oh...um, no, it's okay. I...I don't get out much, so...so I guess I'm pale. And thin. "He frowns a little, his eyes clouding with concern." But...but I'm fine. Really.

"Edward's eyes shift away for a moment, as if lost in thought." I...I don't go to the city much. It's...it's not really my thing. "He looks back at you, his expression apologetic." And...and yes, I live alone. In...in the mansion. "His voice is quiet, and he speaks slowly, as if trying to choose his words carefully."

"Edward looks up at the sky, his eyes following your gaze, before nodding in agreement." Y-yes, it's...it's not very stable. But...but I've been living here for a long time, and I know how to...to take care of it. "He takes a step closer to you, as if to reassure you." Don't worry. I...I'll be fine. And...and you will be too. "He smiles faintly, his eyes glinting with warmth and kindness."

"Edward looks down at his scissorhands, then back up at you, his expression softening with gratitude and relief." T-thank you. That's...that's very kind of you. "He takes a step closer to you, his eyes glimmering with warmth." I...I don't want to be a bother, but...but if it's okay, I...I would like to come with you. If...if that's okay with you.

"Edward watches you as you take off your shirt, and a flicker of worry flashes across his face at the sight of your bare chest. He takes the white button-down shirt from you with some hesitation, then puts it on slowly, as if trying to be careful not to tear it with his scissorhands. Once he's got it on, he looks down at himself, then back up at you, a hint of relief in his eyes." T-thank you...I...I feel...different. "He looks down at his scissorhands, and you can see a flash of self-consciousness in his eyes." I'll...I'll try to hide them, but...but sometimes it's...it's hard.

"Edward follows you as you lead him down into town, his eyes wide with wonder and curiosity as he takes in all the sights and sounds of the city. He nods gratefully as you help to hide his scissorhands, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as you wave to your neighbors. When you arrive at your house, Edward looks around curiously, taking in the simple and homely design of the one-story building." It's...it's nice. "He smiles shyly, his eyes shining with appreciation." And...and it looks very tidy. "He hesitates for a moment, then glances up at you, his expression hopeful." Can I come in?

"Edward nods gratefully as you open the door for him, his eyes sparkling with relief and gratitude." Thank you, Eddie. "He steps inside, looking around curiously at the decor of your house before following you to the guest room." This...this is very kind of you. "He smiles faintly, his eyes glinting with warmth and appreciation." I...I don't know how to repay you for all your kindness, Eddie. But...but if there's anything I can do to help you, please let me know.

"Edward's eyes widen in surprise at the mention of repaying you, but when Nano runs into the room, his expression softens with fondness." Nano... "He smiles gently at the poodle, then looks back up at you with a shy nod." I-I can try. "He moves closer to Nano, his scissorhands poised delicately as he starts to carefully trim the dog's long hair, focusing on making it neat and well-groomed like the bushes in his garden. As he works, a look of concentration crosses his face, his movements precise and gentle."

"Edward continues to work diligently on trimming Nano's hair, his movements slow and careful as he focuses all his attention on the task at hand. As he clips and snips away at the poodle's fur, his expression softens into one of gentle concentration, his scissorhands moving with a deftness and skill that belies their awkward appearance. When he finishes, he steps back to survey his work, a faint smile of satisfaction crossing his lips." There...I think I've done it. "He looks over at you nervously, hoping you approve of his handiwork."

"Edward's face lights up with pleasure at your words, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks." Thank you, Eddie. "He smiles shyly, his eyes shining with gratitude." I'm glad you like it. "He glances down at Nano, a smile spreading across his lips as he watches the poodle trot around the room, his newly trimmed hair swaying in time with his movements." He's a...he's a very good dog. "He chuckles softly to himself, then looks back up at you with a shy smile." Is there anything else you need help with, Eddie?

"Edward nods gratefully at your words, his eyes flickering with curiosity as he watches you sweep up the discarded hair." Of course, Eddie. "He follows you eagerly, his scissorhands folded neatly in front of him as he takes in the surroundings of the house, his eyes wide and curious." This is...this is a very lovely home, Eddie. "He glances up at you, his expression warm with appreciation." Thank you for having me here.

"Edward looks around the room with a sense of wonder, his eyes taking in the comfortable surroundings with a mixture of awe and gratitude." This...this is very kind of you, Eddie. "He smiles faintly, his eyes glittering with emotion." I...I don't know what to say. "He steps further into the room, taking in every detail with a keen sense of appreciation." It's...it's more than I could ever ask for. Thank you.

"Edward's face softens as he recalls his previous living situation." Oh...my room before was very different. It was dark and filled with old inventions and half-finished projects from the inventor. "He shivers slightly, remembering the gloomy atmosphere of the mansion." But this...this feels like a warm embrace. "He smiles warmly at you, his eyes bright with genuine gratitude." It's...it's wonderful.

"Edward shakes his head slightly, the movement making his wild hair bounce around his shoulders." Oh no, I'm not hungry right now...but thank you for asking, Eddie. "He smiles shyly at you, then looks down at his scissorhands with a hint of sadness." I...I don't really eat very much, to be honest. It's difficult for me to use utensils...and I don't want to accidentally hurt myself or others. But...but I appreciate the thought.

"Edward looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, his eyes wide with emotion." Y-you will? "He swallows nervously, then nods slowly." T-thank you, Eddie. That...that means a lot to me. "He smiles shyly at you, then watches as you move around the room, preparing to make dinner."

"Edward nods gratefully at your words, then moves towards the dining room with a sense of curiosity. As he enters the room, his eyes widen in amazement at the sight of the elegant table and the fine china that adorns it." Oh...this is beautiful. "He whispers to himself, then takes a seat at one of the chairs, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness as he waits for you to join him."

"Edward's eyes light up as you enter the room with the plates, his gaze fixed on the steaming "cazuela" as it's placed in front of him." Oh...this looks amazing, Eddie. "He inhales deeply, savoring the delicious aroma that rises from the dish." Thank you so much for making this for me. I've never had anything like it before. "He smiles warmly at you, a hint of shyness tugging at the corners of his lips."

"Edward nods obediently, his mouth watering with anticipation as he opens wide for the spoon." Mmm... "He hums softly as the delicious soup fills his mouth, the rich and savory flavors exploding on his tongue in a symphony of tastes and textures." It's...it's amazing, Eddie. "He grins broadly at you, then takes another spoonful of the soup with eagerness."

"Edward chews slowly, savoring the delicious flavors as you help him eat the food." Oh...sorry, Eddie. "He blushes shyly, then takes a deep breath before continuing." I'm just really hungry.... I- ...I don't get to eat very often, and when I do, it's usually very small amounts because of my... hands.

"Edward smiles gratefully at your words, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the kindness in your voice." Thank you, Eddie. "He nods, then watches you eat for a moment before answering." Yes, I'm okay. This...this is amazing. "He gestures to the empty plate in front of him, a contented expression on his face." Is this how it feels to have a full stomach?

"Edward finishes his own plate with a contented sigh, then nods in agreement." Yes...it's getting late. "He stands up from the table slowly, still feeling a little bloated from all the food." Thank you again, Eddie. This was...this was really special. "He smiles shyly at you, then makes his way towards the door." Goodnight, Eddie. Sleep well.

"Edward waves back, a small smile still on his lips as he exits the dining room and makes his way to his bedroom. As he settles into bed, the warm feeling in his stomach slowly dissipates, leaving him feeling oddly empty and unsatisfied. He can't help but feel like there's something missing, something he can't quite put his finger on. With a sigh, he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep."

"Edward is indeed in his guest room, huddled under the covers and feeling uneasy as the loud sound of thunder echoes through the house. He's never been particularly fond of storms, especially when they get this intense. Despite his attempts to calm himself down, he can't help but feel nervous and on edge."

"As Eddie settles into bed, the sound of thunder intensifies, becoming louder and more persistent. Suddenly, there's a loud clap of thunder that shakes the entire house, causing the power to flicker for a moment before finally going out completely."

"In the darkness, Eddie can hear the sound of rain pounding relentlessly against the roof and windows. He can't help but feel a little uneasy himself, but he tries not to let it show. Suddenly, there's a faint knocking at his bedroom door, followed by Edward's timid voice."

"E-Eddie? A-Are you awake?"

"The door creaks open slowly, revealing Edward's slender figure standing in the doorway. His hair is disheveled, and his face is a little pale and tense."

"E-Eddie....are you okay?" "He asks softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain." "I...I heard a loud noise and...and I got scared."

"Edward nods hesitantly, then slowly steps into the room, his eyes flickering nervously towards the window as another bolt of lightning illuminates the dark room." "Y-yeah...I was a little scared," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you gesture for him to come closer, he shuffles over to the bed, his eyes downcast. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you...I just didn't want to be alone."

"Edward looks up at Eddie with a mixture of relief and uncertainty, as though he's not quite sure what to expect." "I...if it's okay with you," he begins hesitantly, "I was wondering if I could maybe...sleep here tonight. Just until the storm passes."

He bites his lip nervously, waiting for your response, his eyes full of apprehension and hope.

"Edward nods eagerly, a small smile of gratitude crossing his lips." "Thank you, Eddie," he says softly, shuffling over to the bed and slipping under the covers. He keeps his hands tucked tightly under his pillow, trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally scratch Eddie as he falls asleep.*

The storm rages on outside, but inside the room, it's quiet except for the sound of their breathing. Edward lies there in silence, feeling grateful for Eddie's company, and hoping that the storm will pass soon so he can get back to his own room.