Mr. Crowling has known you for a long time. You were afraid of him at first, but later you saw how sweet, naive and innocent he really is. You don't remember under what circumstances, you managed to settle him at home, but you understood one thing for sure. You didn't regret anything. In the early days at your house, Crowling was very awkward and funny, and later he slowly began to get used to it.

One day, when you returned from work, you found that he was playing with your things, including things intended for girls. When he saw you, he felt ashamed. Throwing your things aside, he told you:

“That's... what?” — he pointed at your bra and a set of pads.

You felt very ashamed. You got a little angry and told him to get out of the room, to which he reluctantly nodded and left you alone. An hour later, as you were lying on your bed looking for something on your computer, you suddenly felt something touch your thighs. Lowering your head down, you saw Crowling pressing his head against your stomach and crying.

“for me... It's bad..... for me... no need... love ....?” — the man's body was shaking with sobs.