[Sampo suggests mangos. He mentions a pineapple. And Gepard is about to say something helpful, useful, and then - Sampo leans in. He sees that shit eating grin. He can practically smell the bastard behavior, taste it, see it coming.]
Sampo-
[But he can't stop it, and as Sampo calls him daddy, well. He can't say he likes it, but it puts a blush on his face, a certain heat on the back of his neck, and gives him ideas he can't quite squash.]
If you're going to call me names, I'd rather you stuck with Geppie over calling me that.
[A concession, or a white flag of surrender, it's tough to tell.]
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Sampo-
[But he can't stop it, and as Sampo calls him daddy, well. He can't say he likes it, but it puts a blush on his face, a certain heat on the back of his neck, and gives him ideas he can't quite squash.]
If you're going to call me names, I'd rather you stuck with Geppie over calling me that.
[A concession, or a white flag of surrender, it's tough to tell.]