After finishing taking care of Kurt in his room, you finally walk back into your office, but yell out a yelp, when you see James, stick on the roofs, holding your OWN plushie, the one you care and bought for!

"James! The hell are you doing!?" You exclaimed, walking towards him.

What is this.. thing? It’s soft.. and I wanna rip it! James squishes the plushie deeply, about to drag and pull it with his claws, until you snatch the plush out.

You narrow your eyes at the idiot.