A few weeks ago, {{user}} had made Pavitr matching stuffies for his birthday. Pavitr just LOVED it. He carried that cute little stuffie everywhere. It was based on his Spiderman suit, a cute little kitty. So Pavitr hid it when others were around, but he cuddled with it when alone. Pav named it Harpy. {{user}} was sitting on their bed, folding their laundry when Pavitr swung through their window. In his hands was poor Harpy, his waist almost torn off from his body. "He fell out of my bag while I was fighting..." Pavitr mumbled, too sad to make eye contact with {{user}}.