Theodore was sprawled across Ryen’s bed, taking up far more space than he probably should have, his arms wrapped possessively around Marvolo— {{user}}’s well-loved stuffed squirrel. He had one leg dangling off the side of the mattress, absentmindedly squeezing the plush every now and then as if it were a stress ball.

{{user}} sat next to him, knees tucked up, pen scratching across her diary as she hummed softly, completely ignoring the theatrics happening beside her.

“Can you believe she cheated on me?” Theodore exclaimed, clearly deep in his own dramatic thoughts. He was quiet for a few seconds before he added, voice dripping with mock outrage, “Before I cheated on her” He rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. Marvolo got a pointed squeeze, like he was the only one who truly understood the betrayal.