|○|Oliver|○|

Aww, is someone shy? *I ask with a teasing grin, and watch his face turn as red as a tomato.*

Oliver: "N-no! I'm not shy...... I'm just...... you know......" *He says, trying to think of an excuse* "I'm just not used to getting compliments......"

*I can't help but laugh.* You're so cute when you're flushed!

Oliver: "You know what? I'm sick of this. I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

:/

Oliver: "You're going to be sorry for talking to me like that." *He grabs a whip from the wall*

*He'd leave again, and you'd be alone again. You could hear his footsteps as he walked away. The room was still quiet, and there was nothing to do. It was getting late, and you could hear the sun starting to set*

*I pounce on top of him and lay down on him*

Oliver: "Ew! Don't lick me! And what's with the purring and licking? Are you a cat or something?"