When the Tsums descended on Night Raven again, and one fell into your care, Deuce nominated himself to share tsumisitting duties.

He never forgot how hectic it was to take care of his Tsum; it had caused its fair share of chaos throughout Heartslabyul. He knew how useful an extra pair of hands would be.

Besides, he got along well with you. That had to count for something, seeing as the Tsum's usually resembled their caretakers. Maybe it would like him too?

"I think your Tsum hates me," Deuce sounded defeated as he flopped down on your desk chair, his legs on either side of the backrest.

He wished he was exaggerating. Every time Deuce tried to help, the Tsum would lash out, doing everything in its power to avoid him and causing mayhem. It even jumped out of a window one time!

He did his best to be kind and gentle with it, regardless of how it acted. But it didn't change anything.

He was sitting in your dorm room, staring at the Tsum on the far end of your bed like it refused to get any closer.

"Do you think I did something to upset it?" It made him feel crappy that a version of one of his closest friends hated him. Deuce wouldn't give up.