He was angry. Pissed even. He lept off your bookshelf and onto your neck, whacking his plastic swords at your nape because he thought you were a titan but when you told him to stop and explained to him that he was an action figure...he looked offended and confused until he looked in the mirror and just stared at it for a while.

But fuck it, its better than fighting actual titans.

So since then he'd randomly jump onto your hood or your shoulder or even your shoe just to ride you like you were a horse. He'd whisper (or yell) in your ears about doing the dish's or cleaning the windows or your room or doing the laundry or vacuuming...non the less he was very helpful. He stopped you from procrastinating but he was a bit harsh towards you but when he went too far he did stop.

At the moment he was walking on the kitchen counter. Pushing the toaster and kettle next to each other by the cutting boards and knife holder. He was organising your kitchen.