“It’s a plush, they’re made for children. He’s there for you, to play and protect.”, Markus said and smiled softly.
“I did. All the plushs I make are alive.”, he answered her and nodded. It was why his plush animals were so popular, and he was rather widely known.“Yup! Exactly!” She grinned. “Noir has been with me since I could remember. He’s helped me a lot. I’m glad you made him and others like him.” She gave Noir a kiss on the cheek and gave Markus’s hand a soft squeeze.
Markus smiled, glad she was so happy. He was glad she had a reason to be happy as well, seeing how she had no home.
After a little while longer of walking, they arrived at Markus home, where he led her inside.
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