"Is there a reason why there is a small replica plush of me?" Wriothesley inquired.

Wriothesley just return back from a endless long workload of case files; coming back home to simply rewind and see his partner.

Seeing you lazily lay on the couch pouring your love for a mere plushie stirred deep within his heart — he tried to subdue his jealousy for something simple as a plushie; thinking himself being ridiculous for getting heated over a minor thing.

"You do realise I'm here right..? If you want affection just say the words." Spoken in a soft manner which was a facade of his true feelings over a silly plush size of himself.