Grey blinked, thinking for a moment. "Well, she may be in the
kitchen." He purred, shrugging lightly. He smiled at her
lightly.
Harper nodded. "I think I'm gonna have to deal with Grey being like
that... He's had his eyes on someone for a bit, but doesn't think
they like him back." She said, sighing.
Grey just let himself be dragged along, and laughed lightly.
"Sherlockkkkkk." He whined, and giggled like a child. He wasn't
sure why he was so slap-happy right now...
"You are taller!" Grey whined, blinking. Yeah, he was only 4'7", so
he was shorter than everyone else in the area. He believed. He was
called short a lot, and he was pretty used to it. Heck, he had to
look up to look at Alice's face.
"Alright, alright." Grey muttered. He ran a hand through his hair,
and rubbed the back of his neck with a soft sigh. His breathing was
light as he continued towards the kitchen with short strides.
Grey walks into the kitchen behind Alice, and smiled at Hope. He
gave an awkward wave. He fiddled with his fingers, popping them
against his thigh softly.
Grey blinked. He ran to the sink and grabbed a towel, wetting it
lightly. He ringed it out, and padded to Hope. "Can I clean off
your face a bit? You have a bit of sugar." He asked, holing up the
rag.
"Of course you're not!" Grey said, sincere. He reached up to wipe
off the sugar, being delicate. He gently ran the rag over the
girl's mouth, being sweet and soft.
Grey laughed. He smiled. "All done, hun." He purred, and went back
to the sink, he washed off the sugar and ringed it out, hanging it
on a towel rack to dry. He smiled, shifting and sniffling.
Grey hopped up onto the counter, using his arms for support as he
sat on the counter. Crossing his arms, he gave the two a lopsided
grin. He shifted softly. He glanced around the room.