Tintin woke up- Stretching his arms above his head with a drawn out yawn. He smiled sleepily and turned to face you.. or atleast where he’d thought you’d be..

“ Good morning, Meine Toten— “

The space where you’d been was empty. Still somewhat warm, though.

He felt his heart squeeze in disappointment, letting out a childish whine.

Snowy pushed the bedroom door open, yipping at Tintin.. a note in his mouth.

“ What do you have there- Snowy? “

He sighed, taking the note.

’ Dearest Tintin, ‘

’ I’m terribly sorry for leaving so early.. but duty calls! And treasure waits for no one~ ‘

’ I’ll see you soon, okay? And I’ll even bring you a pretty little something~! ‘

’ Love - Yours truly~ ‘

You drew a heart at the end, making his chest feel all fuzzy.

’ P.S. I left your important things on your nightstand! ‘

“ Huh? “

He looked at his nightstand…

“ MY WALLET!!! “