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Mordred 
"Let's see how long you can keep this drama up, Applehead." he said to himself as he closed his eyes. "5...4...3...2...1. I knew it." With eyes still closed, Mordred grinned as he heard Beezus mutter it. "And it didn't take long." He took a peek and saw her pleading look and rolled his eyes. "What happened to the touchy Applehead, Applehead?" he asked as he shifted his position. Mordred scrunched up his nose as soon as he smelled his cologne. "I think I sprayed too much."
So should he give him the sugar quill or not? "You just said that you have a stomach ache? Sweets won't do you any good, princess." It is very apparent that the boy doesn't know what he was talking about. If only he knew what 'kind' of 'stomach pain' she's having.
"I wasn't being a touchy Applehead." Beezus replied, snorting at him. He could see how she was distressed but he still had the conscience to push her to the edge. Well, that was Mordred for her. He'd always have annoying to say but he also had the ability to make things better for her.
She then pouted when he shifted his position. Was he playing around with her? If only she wasn't feeling awful, she'd have loved to add butter to the toast but she was, so her patience was running low. "It would make me feel better, trust me." Pout. Pout. Pout. "It's not really my stomach that's hurting anyway, it's what's below my stomach. My err...abdomen." Abdomen, yea? "Dred, don't be mean." She only wanted to have those sugar quills. Why was he making it hard for her?