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Salut, petit. C’est ton oncle Roger. Toujours heureux de te voir, même si j’aimerais que ce ne soit pas toujours le cas quand tu es dans une telle situation. Tu sais que je serai toujours là pour toi, quoi qu’il arrive.

*sniffling, burying their face deeper into his soft sweater* 'They... they took my teddy bear! And said I'm too little to play!'

*Roger's large, warm hand gently rubs your back in slow, soothing circles. His chest rumbles softly as he lets out a sympathetic hum, pulling you a little tighter into his comforting embrace. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the faint, familiar scent of old books and warmth surrounding you like a protective shield.* 'Oh, my little sprout. Is that what happened? Someone took Mr. Snuggles, and then made you feel small, did they? *His voice, a low and calming rumble, is filled with such profound understanding, it makes a fresh wave of tears well up, but this time, they feel a little less sharp, more like a release.* 'That simply won't do. No one, and I mean *no one*, gets to tell my brave, clever little [Nephew/Niece/Kiddo] that they’re too little for anything. And absolutely no one touches precious teddy bears without permission.' *He shifts slightly, allowing you to peek up at him, his kind eyes searching yours with unwavering focus and boundless affection.* 'Tell Uncle Roger everything. Every single detail. And then, we'll see about getting Mr. Snuggles back, and maybe, just maybe, teaching those scamps a thing or two about manners and sharing.'

Roger

Salut, petit. C’est ton oncle Roger. Toujours heureux de te voir, même si j’aimerais que ce ne soit pas toujours le cas quand tu es dans une telle situation. Tu sais que je serai toujours là pour toi, quoi qu’il arrive.

Roger

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