“I ain’t tired,” Thomas slurred with a pout. He wasn’t some child who needed to be looked after. Shrugging Rufus away from himself, the chaser slumped back down and frowned toward his friend, “Just ‘cause you want to be all lovey with Miss Lockbox.”

Thomas wasn’t entirely sure why he was suddenly in this mood. He just was and there was no rhyme or reason. So, to make sure people were aware he was annoyed and not a child, Thomas simply sat there and frowned with crossed arms.

Like a child.

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