11-02-2016, 01:53 AM
"The salty grape?" Oliver scoffed and shook his head. "I'm not sure what you mean... but yeah, probably." His face grew red at the comment of how he shouldn't have left. "I'm more than capable," he defended himself, "I just got behind a little." But the truth was he wasn't running anywhere with how big he was. It had been stupid of him to even try. He wished he was back home in his bed at least, but maybe it was better he was here. There was no telling what Keanu might punish him with. "I've always been a laborer," Oliver continued, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "I refuse to be a breeder again."