Toushirou disagrees mightily that cuteness is any kind of argument -- especially because he is not cute, damn it all -- and he's about two seconds away from shoving himself out of the older boy's grasp when he finally puts him down.

He tries and fails to keep an indignant huff to himself. The scowl, though, he doesn't bother trying to suppress. The situation demands a scowl, obviously. This babbling and these rapid-fire questions are worse than Phillip.

"I'm fourteen. And not cute." He really, really needs to make this clear, obviously. He isn't even going to address those other comments; he's got enough to deal with.