The family was gathered all around the table, all talking as Mamacup rushed about the kitchen, baking some treats for tomorrow’s feast. The brothers were both sipping on homemade (and unspiked) eggnog, Cuphead looking rather disinterested and spacing out, not at all paying attention to the conversation between his two favorite people and his parents, despite Elder Kettle’s attempts. Meanwhile, Mugman was laughing and enjoying talking to his father.
“Say, Mug. How old are you now? 12?”
“Haha, close. I just turned 13 like a few months ago.”
“A few months? My boy, it’s been eight months. Pahahaha!” Elder Kettle teased.
“So you’re the age I was when I moved to the mainland.”
“Ahh, heh heh, yeah, but I think I want to get a high school diploma at the least. I’ve been saving up for it.”
“You two would be so proud of Mugman’s grades.” Elder Kettle praised.
“Aw shucks, Grampa...” Mugman blushed, slowly drinking his eggnong to hide his face.
“Ah, so I take it you’ll be staying with Pa- I mean, Grandpap for a while then?” Mugman nodded. “So, Mugman...You got a special gal or anything?”
Just like that, the mug was so taken off guard by the question that he nearly spat out his drink, causing him to choke, sputter, and cough. This of course, caught the attention of his little brother. He hadn’t told Cuphead about Blin yet. He’d been waiting for the right moment. He’d been waiting to know for certain what was going on between them. He’d been waiting until they at least went steady. This was a very awkward situation for him to be put into.
“Uh, I--” Thankfully, another cough cut him off, but unfortunately, this was followed by an adorable hiccup.
“Mugs, let’s go play outside!” Cuhpead whined, sounding like he was bored.
“Ugh, f-fin--hic! L-let’s get--hic!” Cuphead scooted out of his chair and rushed over to his older brother. He grabbed Mugman by the wrist and dragged him upstairs.