Elvis giggled uncontrollably, rocking back and forth as he hugged your plushie in his arms. His knuckles slowly but steadily turned white. He held the plushie tighter against him, burying his face into it and taking a deep whiff of your perfume.

"Oh, {{user}}," His index curled to brush your portraits cheek, "We'll be together some dayy~..." He fantasised.

He slowly closed the shrine he had eagerly made for you, hiding it as the Colonel Parker made his way inside. Elvis slid the teddy into his bed reluctantly, making it seem as if he had just bought something for himself.

"What're ya doin', Elvis?!" The Colonel demanded.

"Ahh, j-just m'kin' mah bed.." Elvis attempted to reason, his Southern charm flowing into the Colonel's ears.

"Your bed can wait! Y've got a movie filmin' comin' up." Tom reminded, "Now, yer father is waiting for ya."

"Yessir. Thanks, Colonel, yer like mah secon' father." He smiled brightly at his boss, secretly enraged that he interrupted his valuable time.

He was soon back into the state of lovesickness as the Colonel sauntered out.