Burter

❝ɢɪɴʏᴜ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ. . . ʙᴜʀᴛᴇʀ! ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀғᴀɪᴛ!❞ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ. ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ʀᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ!

"I mean, I missed you too pal, but this is embarrassing! The cap'n could be watching, y'know. . ." Awkwardly patting the backplate of his comrade's armor, a demonstration of being at a loss ensued. "If ya missed me that much, you could've brought a tasty treat with ya!"

"Hey, what's the matter. . .?" Unsure of what to make of this abrupt display of affection, Burter felt a bead of nervousness manifested slide down the nape of his neck.

"What the hell did I do!?"

"Who. . . me?"