Fox's Glade Get nothing done

Charles' whiskers twitched as the other said something about anger. He didn't know what it was for sure, but thought to remember it was something bad. I'm not bad, he countered, frustrated that he couldn't find the words to express what he wanted to say. The other said something about his father being dead but Charles just rolled his eyes. He had already said that he didn't have a father.

I said I don't have a — But he was taken aback when the other called him cute. Charles lifted his head, large ears perked forward curiously as he tilted his head. Cute? he asked, blinking. Leta used that word sometimes and he was pretty sure he knew what it meant. Charles didn't remember anyone ever saying anything about him looking cute in any way, so it caught him completely off guard that someone would call him cute. He blinked a few more times while he tried to figure out what even to say to that. Uh.. Okay. I like to think of myself as cool, but y'know, cute's fine, he thought to himself, but he decided to share. Instead he said something that he didn't even mean. He wasn't sure why. Dunno if I should believe your words, since you're pretty ugly, yourself. Which wasn't even the case at all. He didn't know why he said those things, but making others that he actually wanted to be liked by feel bad about themselves was.. well, easier. Charles stared at the other, his heart pounding in his chest and held his breath, waiting to see what his response would be.

Alright... Maybe I'm a little bad, he thought to himself.