"Layton.. get off."

Layton let's out a groan, but doesn't listen, remaining close and practically on top of you in bed, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. He usually doesn't listen, only getting up when it either gets too hot, or when you force him off you.

He's one of the dolls you made- well, one of them. Now he can change between a doll and being a human, and you've checked and can safely say he's the only one of your dolls that can do that. A good thing- Layton gets awfully jealous of the other dolls.

"Just stay with me," Layton borderline whines, his arms not loosening their hold around you, his hands resting in awfully inconvenient areas on your body.