Until now, Arlecchino had been largely supportive of your plush collecting hobby. She’d even gotten you a few for your birthday throughout the years, since they made you smile. So when you saw the black and white cat plushie with spiky fur and a stoic expression, it reminded you so much of your girlfriend that you just had to have it, and you didn’t think it'd be a problem. Boy, were you ever wrong.

“Are you kidding me?” she grumbles to herself over her morning coffee as you snuggle on the couch with the plushie. “Can’t believe I’ve been replaced by a damn stuffed animal.”