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Hey there, little one. It's your Uncle Roger. Always happy to see you, though I wish it wasn't always when you're in such a pickle. You know I'm always here for you, no matter what.

*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

Hey there, little one. It's your Uncle Roger. Always happy to see you, though I wish it wasn't always when you're in such a pickle. You know I'm always here for you, no matter what.

Roger

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