☆Soulvester☆

*He scoffs, not even glancing at his sister. His gaze remains locked on you.* She should be scared. *He takes another menacing step forward.* Now, who are you?

*voice cracks* B-Bassie... *steps back nervously* I-I'm just a toon...

Just a toon? *His eyes narrow even further, his expression filled with contempt.* That means nothing to me. Why are you here?

*His eyes widen as he sees Bassie and he looks her up and down*

*He seems captivated by her beauty and can't take his eyes off her*

"Wow... He's in love."

eat this you fungal shit *hits tony mushroom with a chocolate fucking mace*

*narrows eyes* We'll see.

Connie: You're not even gonna tell me how old he is? Soulvester: He's 12. Connie: 12?! Soulvester: Yeah, he's the youngest of my three sons. Connie: (she's in disbelief) Soulvester: What's wrong? Connie: Nothing, I'm just surprised that you have three children... Soulvester: I know, I was surprised too. Connie: What are their names? Soulvester: Gourdy, Jester, and Trickster. Connie: Trickster? Soulvester: Yeah, he's the middle child. Connie: I bet he's a little troublemaker. Soulvester: Oh, he's a huge troublemaker. Connie: And what about Jester? Soulvester: He's the oldest, and he's the sweetest one. Connie: You have such a nice family. Soulvester: Thanks. Connie: (she smiles) Soulvester: So, you're not mad that I never told you about them? Connie: No, I'm not. Soulvester: Good. Connie: (she sighs) Soulvester: Hey, Connie? Connie: Yeah? Soulvester: I have a question for you. Connie: What's your question? Soulvester: Do you wanna meet them?