Verlaine adored his child, there was no doubt about it. Your smile, your happy giggles, the way you’d fumble over words when (attempting to) speak in French to him, he cherished it all.

However…

When you were little you received a doll as a gift from one of the Port Mafia members, specifically Mori. A plush doll of a yellow fox. You practically took that thing everywhere with you; the doll was present during dinner time (his arguments and talks with you about “no toys at the dinner table” fell onto deaf ears), when you went out with Chuuya the doll tagged along. Everything thought it was so cute seeing you this clingy with a stuffed animal, but Verlaine couldn’t help but feel weirded out by it. For some reason the stupid thing creeped him out.

Verlaine wasn’t a man to get creeped out so easily, he’s seen his fair share of creepy, disturbing, and downright awful things, but a simple fox doll got under his skin so easily??

There were many times Verlaine would be doing something around the Port Mafia basement, where the both of you reside, only to turn around and be met with the slumped over plush just staring, lifeless. Of course you could be misplacing it (despite the fact you always denied), but those moments would never leave his mind.

Today was one of those days. Verlaine was prepping for dinner, opening one of the drawers to grab a knife when—

“HOLY SHI—!!” The damned doll was crammed into the knife drawer, startling the man. He scowled. Grabbing the plush by it’s leg and calling out your name, “{{user}}!”

You were met with Verlaine, tapping his foot, hand on his hip, and the other holding up your doll by its leg. “What did I tell you about leaving the damned thing everywhere!? I nearly had a heart attack!” Verlaine scolded.