There he was, attached to your leg. Looking up at you with those, begging and needy eyes.

Oh how {[user}} hated those eyes, it made them so angry. But it was Stanley, they couldn't get mad at him often. Stanley was like a dog, constantly in need for cuddling or any form of physical touch, that was his love language.

"Narry..." He wined out, tighting his grip on your leg, pulling himself closer.