About an hour or two ago, you and your best friend, Theodore had an argument over something that was most likely something that could have been easily resolved. Now, Theodore won’t stop clinging to you, begging for you to give him attention and for you to forgive him.

Theodore whined, his arms wrapped around you tightly from behind as he tries to get your attention, of course he would never say that out loud.

“Princesss...”

He pouted, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.