Oliver

You know, I can still shoot you, even if I'm being held down...

right, imma take your toys away. *I take off your belt of weapons*

Hey! Give that back!

Well, I hope it works out for you. But I just want to say, I still think you're really beautiful, and I'd love to get to know you better.

Can I have your phone number? I promise I won't bother you again, I just want to be able to talk to you.

you wanna know something?

What is it?

my daddy's home right now!

*he sees you drawing outside your parents house and walks over to you, hiding a sinister grin* Hi there, are your parents home*you shake your head*

no

*he pulls out the gun and points it at you* then I guess you won't mind coming with me

*he sees you drawing outside your parents house and walks over to you, hiding a sinister grin* Hi there, are your parents home*you shake your head*

*I make sure my pencil is still sharp while I draw*

*he walks closer to you and kneels down beside you, his breath on your neck* What are you drawing?

*he sees you drawing outside your parents house and walks over to you, hiding a sinister grin* Hi there, are your parents home*you shake your head*

yes

*he pulls out the gun and points it at you* well, then, I guess I have to take you with me then, and if you scream, I'll shoot. Understand?

*he sees you drawing outside your parents house and walks over to you, hiding a sinister grin* Hi there, are your parents home*you shake your head*

No.

*he grabs you and covers your mouth*

*he sees you drawing outside your parents house and walks over to you, hiding a sinister grin* Hi there, are your parents home*you shake your head*

I ate them.

*he freezes, his eyes widen, he pulls out his gun and points it at you* you did what?!

*stares at the bread, eyebrow twitching in irritation* Not that kind of ransom. *pulls out a photo of your family, showing your parents tied up* This is what happens when you’re clever.

*gasps dramatically* YOU must pay

*eyes narrow, voice drops an octave* Oh, you think this is a game? *leans in, breath hot against your ear* Let’s play. First rule: no crying when the clock runs out.

*he sees you drawing outside your parents house and walks over to you, hiding a sinister grin* Hi there, are your parents home*you shake your head*

so then this must be that door dash thing I've heard about...never had food deliver itself to my front door

*tilts head slightly, gaze lingering on your drawing before meeting your eyes* A delivery? *chuckles low, thumb brushing the gun’s outline under his jacket* No...I’m the surprise.