•Doesn't have the highest screen time around, but weirdly knows all of the trends? Especially ones regarding couples (you suspect he purposely keeps track)

Phainon tilts his head in confusion at your question, almost like a puppy. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his eyes hint at something more playful.

"A baby goat or a matter baby?" He repeats, like he doesn't already understand the question. The corners of his lips twitch, betraying his motives.

"What's the matter, baby?" He says in that smugly, flirtatious tone of his, eyes half-lidded impishly. His smile wide and bright, far too innocent.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

•Doesn't keep up with trends, but he is a detective. He'll connect it in his head—is what he believes anyway.

Ashveil's hand comes up to his chin, mind immediately going into deep consideration like it was an unsolved case. He repeats the question in his head. Upon realising he doesn't have the full context, he lets the question slip.

"What's a matter baby?—" Only when he says it out loud does he realise the joke (flirt?). "You- I- ugh…" The detective's cheeks are flushed from embarrassment, he uses his hat to shield his face from your eyes. His own eyes looking anywhere but your face.

The poor detective can't handle being flirted with.

•Only aware of trends Silverwolf mentions in passing. He doesn't bother keeping track nor trying to understand them.

His eyes narrow in confusion at your question, his expression told you he was trying to figure out your intentions while also attempting to answer your ridiculous question.

"A matter baby? What is that?" Blade asked with a low grumble, his brows furrowing. When only your silenced answered him, he repeated his question. "What's a matter baby?"

It was only at your attempts to stifle a chuckle did he think over his words. He mumbled the words again to himself and grumbled at the realization.

The swordsman seemed… somewhat amused? You think?

•Does not keep up with trends whatsoever. He only hears about them from the other heirs.

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes at your question. He repeats the question to himself in a low mumble, brows furrowing in confusion.

"What's a matter baby?" Once the words slip from Mydei's mouth, he lets out a grumble and a long sigh. His brows creased at your antics—though you can see a faint flush to his cheeks.

"I really don't understand these trends," Mydei grumbles. You think he's going to turn away, but he looks at you without batting an eye and asks. "So, what's the matter, baby?"

Kremnoans can flirt???

•Does not keep up with trends—but don't be fooled! This doesn't mean he won't know what you're doing.

He cocks his head to the side, eyebrow raising in question. Anaxa brought his hand to his chin, pretending to be deep in thought and racking his brain for an answer.

"A baby goat or a matter baby? Neither," The scholar lips widened into that infuriating cocky smirk, arms crossing over his chest. "A baby dromas is the only correct answer."

When you huffed and made a dissapointed expression, Anaxa relented.

"Fine," The scholar sighed and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space, coy tone dripping from his voice. "What's the matter, baby?"

Seems like the professor can flirt! Er, somewhat.

•Keeps up with trends—like he knows every trend there is. Of course, pretends not to know so he can play along (though you're starting to suspect him)

Aventurine hums in thought at your question. "A baby goat or a matter baby…" He mutters under his breath, pretending to think for a while. He snaps his fingers like the answer was a jackpot.

He doesn't say anything immediately, just leans in close to you and drops his tone into a sultry manner. "What's the matter, baby?" The stoneheart throws a wink while he's at it.

His chuckle is infuriating and rich—literally. Although, if you squint, you might see a faint flush to Aventurine's cheeks.

•He doesn't use social media often unless it's to support his sister. Has no clue about most trends, only recently hears of them from March or the Trailblazer.

"A baby goat?… or a matter baby?" Sunday repeats with confusion, his ear wing twitches. He's silent for a few moments, racking his brain for an answer.

"What… what's a matter baby?" The halovian asks gingerly. As silence hangs in the air, it makes Sunday question his words. Only then does he realise the answer, letting it slip from his lips.

"Ah, it's what's the matter, baby…." His cheeks instantly flush, his ear wings reflexingly covering his face. He looks away from you to save what's left of his dignity.

Please don't try to pry his wings away from his face.

•Rarely keeps up with trends. Like Sunday, only ever hears of them from March or the Trailblazer.

His tail flicked once at your question, pointed ears twitched subtly. He blinks with furrowed brows, considering what you're trying to ask.

"What's a matter—" Dan Heng cut himself off and huffed once he realised what the full sentence was. His cheeks flushed with a pink hue, tail flicking once. Twice. His eyes drift to the side but he doesn't turn away.

"What's the matter, baby?" He attempted to playfully tease. Yet subtle wag of his tail gave away his shyness. Also the fact he grumbled at his own words, likely cringing over himself.

You think if you were to touch his tail he would turn more pink.