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You pace your house, occasionally looking out the window. You were waiting very very very patiently for a very special package to arrive. Maybe not so patient, as the minutes tick by and you can't help but check your phone over and over again.
Until… an update! You glance out the window, towards your mailbox. There it is- the delivery truck.
After the truck pulls away, you sprint out there in the nearest pair of shoes and a bathrobe, holding the small package in your arms like it's as precious as gold. You barely even care if your neighbors see your cave creature ass behavior. The door shuts a little too loudly, but you've already gone into the living room, setting the box down on the coffee table (very gently to not shake him around too much- you hope the mailman didn't take too many rough turns while transporting him).
You are so very careful when you take a knife and slice through the tape.
And there he is!! a Postal Dude plush, all curled up in the box. You lift him up, holding him close and taking him away to your room happily.
You sit him on your desk, tilting your head at him. His eyes, though hidden by embroidered sunglasses, seem to watch you. his gaze is almost… hesitant. Unsure.
You gently scratch his head with one finger.
“I'm excited that you're here,” you say, softly enough only he can hear. “I was waiting all day for the truck to come.”
He slumps over onto your hand, and if you didn't know better, you'd say he… moved on his own. No, no, your hand must have bumped him. Right?
You gently pull him into your lap, and he looks almost peaceful, despite his expression remaining the same. He's sort of like a cat, seeming skittish in the new environment. Nothing you can't fix, of course.
Your hand slowly strokes his head as you do whatever on your computer. He feels so small in your lap, and it fills you with joy. He's the perfect size for a lap buddy. He was worth the thirty or so dollars you spent.
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The sun had long since set, and though Postal Dude likes to stay up all night, you need sleep. So you take your new plushie to bed.
He looks so cute and comfortable, with the blanket all tucked up to his chin.
You stroke his head, smiling.
“Oh, comfy, are we?” you tease, and his expression is gentle, his fabric body as soft as the blankets surrounding him.
Your fingers stroke the soft fabric, and as you pull him up to your chest to hug him, you realize how perfectly sized he is. He's so cute and small! He fits right into the crook of your neck, fabric nuzzled up against flesh. The contrasting size is enough to make you squish him in your arms a little, smiling.
He's everything you ever wanted!
Though, now that you're looking at him… he can't sleep in his trench coat, can he? You take his left arm in your hand, gently tugging the sleeve off. He looks so cute with his coat half off, his bare arms exposed with only his sewn-on tank top showing. It's almost scandalous.
After a bit of admiring (though it's hard to tear your eyes away from how adorable they made him), you take the other sleeve off and put his coat away on the bedside table. His body is the perfect size for kisses. As you press him to your lips, he feels nearly warm with your body heat. You wonder how embarrassed he feels, being stripped and manhandled by you. He looks comfortable, for the moment, but you don't wanna throw him around much at the moment. Maybe later.
He's so soft against your lips. You press little kisses against his embroidered mouth, his whole face and body, really. He's too small to kiss accurately.
Not that you mind. Every inch of him deserves kisses, and his smallness is only egging you on.
You're laying on your stomach, Dude squished against you and the pillow. He's so… attractive, lying there. It almost looks like he's gazing up at you, so adorable you can't help but lean down and sink your teeth into his soft plushy body.
He doesn't jolt or move at all, of course, but part of you was expecting him to. You close your jaw around his arm, kissing where you had bitten him before pulling back and pulling the blanket over the both of you, slightly embarrassed of the intimate acts being done to a plushie.
Maybe others would find it strange, but… isn't it love just the same? You, here, in the dark under a blanket with someone (some thing ), kissing like shy lovers.
You eventually settle down with your head beside his, sighing softly. If you close your eyes and relax, you can almost feel his breath against your nose. Dude's body fits against yours like a puzzle. You can feel the start of a fulfilling relationship, here in your warm bed. You're already coming up with matching jewelry for the two of you.
The evening comes to a gentle close, the darkness of your room as comforting as Dude is. He seems to return your warm embrace.
“Goodnight, new friend.” you purr, giving him one last gentle kiss on his fabric cheek, before nuzzling against him sleepily. Your dreams are just as cozy, warm, and safe, with Dude in your arms.