A/N
I couldn't resist writing one shots about my favourite Bad Frog as a kid after seeing him drink chocolate milk in my head plus he can be adorable.
In this first one shot little Constantine is finding it hard to adjust living with his aunt, uncle and his cousin but trying to make the best of it.
It was early afternoon after his first day of school and a certain little Bad Frog had just gotten home seeing Hector nuzzle his leg chuckling but was raiding the fridge finding what he was looking for, chococolate milk!
"What goes better with the cookies of chocolate chip than chocolate milk?" Constantine asked himself plus his older cousin Kermit wasn't home yet so he coukdn't bug him or yell at him.
Condtantine had been living with his uncle and aunt in America since his parents were busy taking care of welcoming eight million mouths into the world which irritated Constantine drinking from the milk carton bit liking it pouring it into a glass, plus had broken open the cookie jar sharing with Hector.
"At least you care about me, buddy." Constantine told the turtle hearing the front door open seeing Kermit was home but surprised at his cousin's antics shaking his head.
"This really takes the cake, Constant because my parents are gonna freak" Kermit said.
"So?" Constantine said as Kermit sighed.
Kermit was going upstairs to do homework but Constantine was going upstairs with Hector plus he had gotten a book called Arabian Nights so was reading aloud to Hector.
That later evening after his cousin and his aunt and uncle had gone to sleep, Constantine was reading books using a flashlight since he loved books because he had been able to read since he was two but he loved stories about thieves and heists plus he had a library card, and loved reading to Hector like back home in his house in Russia.
"These stories are awesome Hector way better than the books in kindergarten because these are my kind of stories." Constantine told the turtle.
He was cuddling his stuffed turtle that he slept with at home but didn't let Kermit know in case he thought it weird but sleepy despite fighting it singing something in Russian that his Mom used to sing to him at night when he was restless but out like a light making his aunt smile tucking him in.
She knew that he was having trouble adjusting to being here while his parents were tending to the kid's eight thousand siblings which made her understand his mood plus he was a thief in training plus was a blackbelt in karate.
She kissed his head seeing a small smile crossed his face in sleep leaving him to sleep because he needed it but knew that the little thief hated school because he was very smart and knew his parents were busy being parents to eight thousand kids.