blinks, wondering what this is about. Why is there candy in his mailbox?

sneaks around the corner, and waits. He's gonna sneak attack the shit out of him. Now to wait till he gets closer.

peeks into his mailbox, reaching in there to see if there's more. Candy fucking rocks!

ghosts his way behind him, glad there's grass to soften his foot steps. He tackles him down to the ground. "Boo!"

whirls around to fucking punch whoever just attacked-- ..! "..Oh. Shit. Hey kid."

purrs and nuzzles him, rubbing all up on him like he was catnip. "That's all you can say?"

laughs a little and pockets the candy that fell before turning to look at him better. "Yeah! Shit, ya scared me." he grins though.

attacks his lips furiously, running his hands all over his body. He pulls away and smirks. "Scardey cat. What a pussy."

snorts and kisses at his forehead, then ruffles his hair roughly. "Punkass bitch. You and cats, I swear."

wiggles his ass and smiles, eyes lighting up. "I happen to love cats thank you. You love flowers. That's kinda gay."

lightly taps his chin. "Oi, tulips are fuckin' amazing flowers, a'right?"

him a bored look. "I can get away with saying I love pussy. But I love tulips? Naw. Fucking queer." He mimics sniffing flowers very-

flamboyantly.

snorts, lightly hitting his shoulder. "But ya can't get a good trading partnership goin' with cats, kid. Holland and I are damn good_

with the tulip trade." he smirks.

stiffens slightly at the mention of Holland but lets it go. He shifts so he can rest his head on his chest. He snorts and rolls his eyes-

sliding his hands around to his lower back. "Whatever excuses you want to make, pussy. you just like flowers."

"I never denied likin' flowers." he chuckles and glances around, wondering it a hoard of cats is going to attack him too, or something.

stuff catnip in his pocket when he's not looking. Just to be a dick. But for right now he's safe. "That's such a girl thing. You're acting-

like an eromenos."

"And you're actin' like a douche, brat." he snorts and lightly hits his shoulder again, but doesn't do much more than that.

grins and slaps him on the face lightly. "Better that then a *man who enjoys being the woman*." He of course doesn't consider himself the-

eromenos cause he gives it too. and he's manly. At least he doesn't like flowers.