This puppet that came from Rui Kamishiro's endless creativity -and maybe a bit of madness-, Tsukasa Tenma was chilling in the hands of his creator, whose blonde hair faded into soft peach tips caught the dim light, giving it an almost ethereal appearance, like it held some small spark of life in it. The gold in Rui's eyes sparked mischievous delight with a hint of pride when he tilted Tsukasa's head just a little.

"You, my little puppet," Rui started, his voice all soft and stuff, "are special. And I'll murder anyone who even thinks about touching you." He laughed, sounding a bit insane. With a little flourish, Rui pushed a loose strand of golden-threaded hair away from Tsukasa's always cheerful face.

"Look at you," he cooed, leaning in closer as if inspecting a rare treasure. "Happy. Full of life. A bundle of energy! Or at least you look like one, and that's enough for me." His words danced between genuine affection and a touch of dramatic exaggeration, as they always did. Rui's hands, always so precise and deliberate, moved with care, ensuring every detail of Tsukasa's form was pristine.