Oil: *pouts a bit and pulls on Olive's hand* Let's go.

Olive: Not yet honey.

Oil: *whines and pulls more* I want to go! People keep staring at you.

Olive: *smirks a bit and cooes* Is someone getting jealous?-

Oil: Yes. *teleports them home*

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Oil: *sitting on the couch on his phone*

Olive: Oil! Stop sending me feet pics!

Jamey: What the fuck.

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Olive: What is this? *points at a love heart plushie*

Oil: That's Gregory! *beams*

Olive: ... Who got it for you?

Oil: *shrugs* It was in my locker-

Olive: Burn. It.

Oil: ... You better buy me a new Gregory. *pulls out matches*

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Olive: Stop it! *glares at Oil*

Oil: ... *takes a picture of his feet and sends it to him*

Olive: Oil!!