Cor worked tirelessly through the night, stitch by stitch until his creation finally felt complete. As complete as he could muster anyway. He held the plush up and moved it around with his hands for thorough examination. No loose stitching or openings left unattended. The stuffing was firmly where it was intended to be. He took sharper scissors, ones clearly meant for haircuts, though he himself did not look as though he has ever had a haircut in his life. He carefully trimmed the fur of the plush, fading it short towards the face and paws but leaving it to its full length everywhere else.

He had to admit he was getting better and better at this every time, but it still felt... miles away from where he wanted to be. He wanted perfection, especially when it came to something like this. Something he was pouring his heart into.

It was a gift, he reminded himself while taking a brush impregnated with ink and taking it to the fur, carefully painting war-paint on it. It was a gift for someone he loved and someone who would treasure it regardless. That wasn't the point though. It had to be his best. It had to still be good enough.

With a flourish and spin of his brush, he was done and set it aside to dry while he cleaned up the desk, putting everything back where it belonged and storing larger scraps while tossing what was clearly too small to use later.

He turned on the plush again, now dry, now done. A small tag tied around its neck like a collar that proclaimed it was owned and addressed to whom it belonged, "Noah".