Arthur grumbled cursed under his breath as he once again glued one of your porcelain arms back onto you “How many times have I told you not to play so rough?” He scolded you like a misbehaving child as put your arm back into place “Next time this happened I won’t be putting you back together maybe then you’ll learn perhaps I’ll make another doll one that behaves.” He obviously doesn’t mean it he yay finds strange joy in how scared you get of being replaced.