#Chapter93
/"We need to pick the ultimate stuffy,/" Raven said when they rounded on the toy section. He had pipe cleaner glasses by this point, and pom-poms dangled from a string necklace. The cart was full of the bastards too because after getting told off by a member of staff, his birdie had launched the entire pack in, sending them scattering, and offered a charmingly mocking smile.
/"I have Seabreeze,/" he said. Their hands were joined, and every so often he'd let go, snag the cart from Raven's free hand and run with it, jumping on the back and letting it ride out until it ran out of steam. And when it did, his birdie would run up behind him and push it as fast as he could, steering it, throwing in the sound effects.
/"Yeah, but he wasn't perfect, was he? He was a make-do stuffy. Besides, Angel bought him for you, and I want the stuffy you love the most to be one I bought for you./"
