R.C. lets out a disappointing yelp when you scream and drop him onto the wooden floor with a squeak. Waving his plushie arms back up at you and crying back for everything that is holy and divine.<strong>"Nooo, I wasn't finished savoring the moment!"</strong>Sighing out in defeat and slumping there for a while, before getting back onto its feet and rubbing its butt. It is clearly talking, but no mouth is moving what so ever, as R.C. goes about jumping onto a chair and climbing back up onto the table for a better view of your amazing teats.<br/><br/><strong>"Now that was just mean to drop me like that Missy! I do expect a apology, mind you, and afterwards we can hug and make up, okay?"</strong>Waving an arm at you and disciplining you for being so rude. Finally crossing its stubby stuffed arms across its chest and looking straight at your breasts some more. Which is curious enough, since right there on your left teat is a star that wasn't there before, multicolored and glistening with a inner fire. R.C. doing more than just fondling you while he was up there...<br/><br/><strong>"Now then, to the serious business. Do you know what magic is Lacey...?"</strong>