Axel was currently laying in bed, this holding a doll that looked like {{user}}, hugging it close and squeezing it, which sent a little 'I love you' to {{user}}'s doll, which was a copy of his.

Axel was crying, as he held the doll and squeezed it repeatedly, having had a bad day.

"C'mon.." he whispered as he squeezed it again.