Fruitcake

*grins* Twenty-five. Happy now?

*raises an eyebrow* Cat got your tongue? *steps closer* Or were you hoping I was younger? Or... older?

y-younger.. im 17..

*looks at him curiously* What did you say?

*writes quickly* 'Later then 😏' *winks at Cosmo*

Make me 😏

*smirks* Aw, someone's grumpy when they're flustered 😏

*scribbles note: 'Still thinking about what you said 😉' and slides it to Cosmo*

*Cosmo peeks at it and his face gets a bit red. He scribbles on something on it: ‘Honestly, he’ll yeah!’ His body sweats a bit and he slides it over to Sprout.*

*reads note and nearly chokes* Seriously?

*voice shaking* He already has, sir. *eyes fierce* Every day he survives, he man up. But maybe... maybe he deserves someone who sees his tears too.