AUTHOR'S NOTES!: Ah my god! How long have I not uploaded! I dunno but it seems bad. Apologies. My exams are on at the moment so I might as well publish a small little drabble. Looks quite bad actually. :D

Nah, I didn't sleep quite well last night. Pretty much slept together with my younger brother anyway (he's only seven so...yeah). Both of us couldn't sleep well at all! D: But who cares anyway. At least we talked and talked like a sleepover, though my brother doesn't know what the crap I talked about last night. This chapter is based off my brother's softness which he denies pretty much every time. I'm sure he's happy to hear that he's soft~

Review please. :3

...:CHAPTER 2:...
Like a Teddy Bear

He never knew that someone who was dead could be so soft. It was as though this dead person was replaced with an angel. Lenore's skin was neither rough nor rigid - it was smooth and warm, molded perfectly in his arms. Maybe it was just Ragamuffin's ignorance that he never realized the impression of Lenore being a stiff girl.

Especially her radiant bright blond hair, which was always messy but now silky as he ran his hand over it slowly, brushing the tendrils from her forehead.

Of course, he did feel quite wrong. However, he didn't entirely feel that he was in the wrong. On the contrary, he thought that she was meant to be held in someone's arms, and more specifically his arms. Fingers entwined with his, Ragamuffin presses her closer, causing Lenore to perfectly fit in his chest. Although hugging someone who might be nonsensically and mentally retarded could be quite ridiculous, the vampire was forced to let his first thoughts to stop the embrace drop dead in front of him.

Could it be that he enjoyed the share of the embrace he received? It felt like centuries since he had gotten his first hug. Nonetheless, he didn't feel bad at all when he was given one that day. Even if there was no special occasion on that day, he wouldn't want this moment to stop.

In a way, he suddenly felt more warmer. Literally, but he wasn't the cause. Instead, it came from his chest... or at least the heat was processed there. Ragamuffin finally let her go, where Lenore looked up with an unfazed look. Other than that, her whole face was red.

"Why did you do that?" She tilted her head, in the same way she would whenever a question was issued.

Shrugging, Ragamuffin pulled away, covering his mouth, nose and the shaded cheeks he wanted to conceal. "I only wanted to check if there was any more dandruff in you hair."

Yes, even if she was dead, she still felt like the teddy bear she was supposed to be.