Hey, people of Fiction Press! Just so you know, there will be some fluffy boy's love later down the road. Okay? Okay. Enjoy!
February, a runtish boy with carnation-colored hair, bounded down the stairs with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing red capri pants, a white shirt, and a pink poncho. Just as he was about to run out the door, he was grabbed by the arm.
"Where do you think you're going this late at night?" asked November, a young man with ash blond hair who was wearing a beige cardigan.
"To a single's mixer!" February beamed. "I just know I'm gonna find my soul mate tonight! And then we'll get married, and move to Venice, and adopt an Irish setter and name it Ketchup!"
"Yeah, good luck finding someone who likes dwarfs!" the green-haired March said as he lay on the couch.
"Don't call me a dwarf, you dipso!"
"I'm not a dipso, midget!"
"Both of you, knock it off! Now, February, you are not going anywhere at this hour."
"I'm an adult! You can't tell me what to do!"
"Yes, I can. Now go to your room" November said, pointing upstairs.
February pouted and did as he was told. "I can't do anything" he grumbled.
'Heh, poor shrimp. He needs to learn to just sneak out like I do!' March thought before taking another swig of beer.
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