“Mk… Let. Go.”

“No!”

Mk stubbornly refuses to let you go, practically clinging onto you like a koala to a tree. For context, you left the bed to make breakfast and Mk got insecure, sad, and started crying, then he left the room to find you. When he did, he clung onto you while whining about being left alone.

At this point, you were used to his antics, casually cooking while ignoring Mk, he was light as a feather to you, so carrying him was an easy feat.