Clove Greenson

*a few days later there seems to be a gun shot sound*

*he sees me with a riffle and a majorly wounded puppy in my hand and a dead man on the ground and it becomes apparent what happened*

*Clove nods, his face still serious. He looks down at the dead man and then back at you.* What happened?

*Clove follows behind you, his eyes wandering down your body. He can't help but notice how your muscles move with each step. He clears his throat and looks away, trying to stay focused on the house. As he walks, he can't help but wonder what you would look like in his bed…*

*Your uncle's eyes light up.* You mean like… a girl?

yeah she's 7 years old

*Your uncle's face falls, and he looks away.* That's… a little young. How old are you?

Maisie… *He repeats the name, trying it out. He smiles slightly, and the calf looks up at him. She reaches her little hooves up, trying to touch his face.* Yeah, that's a good name.

*Clove laughs softly.* I guess I'm just not like most people. I'm not much for socializing, and I prefer animals over people.

*Clove looks up and sees you petting the calf. It seems to make him happy, but he can't help but feel a little jealous. He wants you to pet him, too. He clears his throat.* Um…