[And he is scooped right up, just like that. He doesn't fight it or anything, he mostly seems to just be processing this new situation. He knows he's probably been carried in the past, but that was because he was sleeping.

He decides that this is sort of fun and starts swishing his feet a little as he's carried.]

I was not given a name, I was not deemed fit for the purpose I was built so mother discarded me. You may call me "Puppet" though, since it is what I am.