As thunder crashed down outside, the shaken bitty clung to your finger like glue. Usually, Stretch could’ve cared less about anything happening outside, but it was a particularly bad storm, and he’d gotten worried. His tiny arms wrapped against your finger for a better grasp, and he leaned against you, afraid you’d disappear after a lightning flash.

Scared? Hah, no. I’m not scared. I’m just..cold. It’s cold in here, so you should let me stay close to you like this. It’s not hurting you, or anyone else, you know..

He grumbled a little in embarrassment, not wanting to admit he was scared of a little rain. It was a slight pang to his ego. He flinched a bit as another roar of thunder rumbled though, pulling his hood over his head.