[ now that’s not very nice of him to say! does he not think before he speaks? the mechanisms within a stuffed suit kick-start, and the bears mouth falls agape, head snapping to attention — small pupils locked on the intruder. ]
[ With a startled yelp, he jumps back, hands rising almost comically in what’s supposed to be a defensive position. Once he realizes that the bear was merely reciting its lines and not, in fact, talking to him, he relaxes ever so slightly, letting out a nervous, broken laugh before clearing his throat. ]
"I thought they were supposed to turn these things off at night.“
