@iaintnxsaint:
An icy sting shot up his back.
“.. Whatever do you mean, young Mugman?” he replied coolly, smiling as he turned. “I’ve heard nothing of the sort– Well, I have heard such a retort, but perhaps it could relate to something else, that I’ve no clue what– Ah, that isn’t true, i- it’s rather ah, how do I– Well, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about at the present moment. Y- Yes.”
Grail’s composure quickly cracked, and he cleared his throat whilst looking elsewhere. Beads of sweat already dotted his cup.
“...Grail.”
A brow raised high, the little mug’s arms crossed firmly over his chest, a frown coming to settle on his face.
“I gone ‘n done this too many darn times to be an air-head on the matter,” he said, his little shoe beginning to tap impatiently against the grass. There were too many telltale signs to bypass the fact that Grail was trying his darnedest to avoid the truth.
“I’ll start out with this: Has Cuppy gone ‘n gotten himself into some deleterious shenanigans again? Yes, or no?”