King grabs Francois, marching through the house like a general. He nestles on top of a chest, Francois tucked tight in his arms.

It hasn't been a while and you come around, tugging on his plushie. He wakes up immediately. "Weh? Hey! Francois is mine! Get your dirty hands off him!" He tugs the plushie backwards, clearly he doesn't like sharing. Or letting other people touch it.