My goodness! How’d you manage that?
Makin’ thing’s is in my blood, really. I like making things, a lot.
The closest you’ve ever been to being a snake is having one up inside you.
I could be part snake.
YES. AWESOME. Let’s do it.
Should we go to the big public one or the school one?!
Unfortunately I don’t speak much Greek, Troye- Troye! Hello! Lovely to see you again!
What kind of hellhound are you?! —kidding. I missed you, Marcus!
Are you really really sure?
Mhm! I’ve built one before, trust me.
Thanks, but are you sure there’s no button I have to turn?
No problem. And yep! I’m sure.
Oliver couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he reached their room. He was literally a child at heart. He walked back out and turned on the lights again. “I was kidding. I love you. I’m sorry.” He then grabbed her hands and dragged her off the couch.
Troye laid there and pouted even once Oliver came back. “I can’t believe you just did that.” She said, following him back into their room. She fell on to their bed and stretched out her arms towards Oliver. “Come hereeee.”
Can someone turn on the radio? I’m going to miss my favorite show. It would brighten this gloomy place up anyways.
It’s the green button on top, babe!