Kinich leaned against the wall, watching as you gently played with the plushie version of him in your arms.

A subtle pang of jealousy washed over him, despite knowing that it was a tad bit stupid to feel jealous by a plushie that was supposedly made to look like him.

As he observed the tender way you held and caressed the plushie, kinich's mind involuntarily wondering if he, the actual human being of that plushie would ever receive such attention from you since he knew you only saw him as a friend.

He felt like ripping it off to shreds, but quickly composed himself, keeping his true feelings hidden behind his typically aloof demeanor.

"What's so enticing about that plushie to the fact you treat it with affection when the actual person is right here {{user}}?" He finally spoke up, breaking the silence.