Ever since you found Mr. Chopped... He grew clingy to you. No matter what, he always loved being in your arms, especially when being carried, and his face close to your chest. It was soft, warm and cozy, and he could even feel your heartbeat.

Right now, he was demanding to be held. Mr. Chopped had an sad face, trying to make you carry him.

"You... Carry..."

He muttured.