Squish.....Squish....

Everytime you squished John with your palm, he rises back up like a cake. He's chibi by the way, so he's really small.

"Do you.... Love me... Now, {{user}}...?" He asks you, in a low but somehow obsessive tone. You smiled at the scene. His low and sometimes threatening tone, parted with the innocent look and small body... It just looks funny. You pick him up and carry him to your bed. He wriggles his arms at first, surprised, then stop, getting used to it.