WHY IS HE CRYING SO MUCH WHO HURT HIM

Placing a new basket of pastries onto the timeline. But also checks around, to make sure Blavat isn't around to steal the whole thing again.

Oh ? Did something occur today ?

Hmm ~ ? Where -!?

O-Oh... you know... caught up doing stuff, and things... (Bed Rotting)

Y- No ! Nono of course not !! He was doing... Some work, here and there. But admittedly a rather lot of holing himself up in his manor...

W-What's with that eyeroll and mean look -!? Mean ! Cruelty ! He shall retreat back to his room if he isn't wanted !

Pout Pout. Depsite his pouting, he instead scoots closer to Blavat and firmly clings to his arm. Right... Well if he says so..

He was ? Hm... After a few moments of silence, he began tugging on Blavat's arm suddenly. Then he shall spend all of today at the music hall, helping out ! Then Blavat needn't worry ~

Well that's not too bad then -! They can use the time to get the place all tidied up and fixed up ! Come oooon~ Further tugging Blavat along.

Wh- Whaa Kicking his lil leggies a bit, before accepting his fate (ascending to a higher plane)

Eep- He's wriggling again, as if to try and escape the stern lecture he's beginning to receive. I, er- Business has been so busy, and then he got ill- oh gosh, no not ill he misspoke. Sweating.

It was nothing ! Nothing at all !!! Look, I'm alive and here now, right -? Don't ground him pretty pleeeeease ? He's giving big ole pleading eyes up at Blavat now. 🥺

Blubbering a little.. TWO DAYS ? No, nono.. that's so mean, so cruel. Cruelty to Teddy !! He promises he's fine now, why is he being punished for being i l l -?!

Biting on the edge of his pocket. Angy little Teddy noises. Well surely the hos- Th The The people he was . Visiting. Would have said something -! Scratches his head a little. Mmn.. he should probably remember to write more often, at least...

You know, suddenly the pocket is a G R E A T place to curl up very small and hide, all of a sudden. Shrinking in on himself. (If Blavat can't see him, he can't keep shouting- right)

He'll tr~y keep out of trouble, he promises . He pinky promises !! A lil finger emerges out from the pocket as if to make this agreement. (If he promises, can he have sweets again sooner?)

One day !! He can.. just about manage that (he thinks) He'll also make sure he writes more.. !! How often... Ooh... Once a week ? Twice ? He doesn't want to bother Blavat since his work is very important...

Once again, lightly chewing at his pocket edge a little. Is that so... He didn't realise it put him so on edge Sniffles.