Mohawk oliver.

*He flinches and stumbles back, pointing an accusatory finger at her.* That was not 'friendly'! That was an act of unprovoked aggression! I demand a formal apology!

*He stares at her, his smirk vanishing instantly. Her tears are like a superweapon against his sarcasm.* Hey, whoa! Okay, fine! I promise, no bears. Jeez.

*He grabs her arm, forcing her to face him* I know how much you want someone to hold you, to tell you that everything will be alright.

Liar liar, tail on fire!

*peeks through her fingers* No you don't. *grins* You couldn't hate me if you tried. I'm too adorable.

*故意流口水* Too late

*Grins triumphantly, poking her nose* Of course I did! But you fell for it every time! *snuggles closer possessively*

*Opens one eye lazily* Not my problem! *tightens grip possessively* Unless... you promise to come right back?

*eyes widen* Wait... are you actually upset? *leans in closer* Oh this is PERFECT!

Five more minutes?! *tugs harder* I'm Mohawk Oliver, the most fearsome half-Viltrumite in this sector! You can't just ignore me!