Plush

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Remus was away from everyone, it didn't want to move, or speak, or do anything. It was fucking exhausted. So it kinda just rolled off the bed, crashing to the floor, and crawled under its bed. Curling up around it's biggest and most comfy stuffie, burying it's face completely.
With everything else finally gone, it's body finally began to release all the pent up tension.
Which ends up with a few winces and whimpers because it's been so long. It begins to cry into the stuffie, which it'll regret later because of the stains ruining the fluff. But right now all it wants is to sleep.

So it does

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