Waxwell ^^

*Waxwell is walking around the area and he sees you*

*throws a book at him*

*He gets hit by the book and looks up at you*

*Waxwell is sitting in his room, surrounded by candles. He's staring at the wall, deep in thought.*

*eyes narrow, voice dripping with sarcasm* Oh, how clever. You’re the spitting image of a discount store candle. Did you crawl out of a thrift bin?

*~!^WAXWELL^!~*: *In room planning something rubbing hands together and smirking* hm..

*Sprout walks in*

*~!^WAXWELL^!~*: Heh- *looks up* what?