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Carlton's face contorted into a melodramatic frown, his eyes wide with feigned betrayal. "What do you mean? I'm just telling you that what Kastiel is going through is the same as the side effects of eating 'Wombata Childbearer Papaberry'! Do you think I kidnapped him and forced-fed him some lewd fruit?"
He snorted derisively, puffing out his chest in indignation. He thought he was off the hook, free from suspicion! But apparently, young Alaric had an uncanny knack for sniffing out trouble – constantly suspicious of his every move. A mischievous glint sparked in Carlton's eye. Honestly, if this man before him was truly his Alaric, the one who showered him with affection and adoration (and delicious pastries), Carlton would have scooped him up and tossed him onto the bed for some much-needed "punishment."
