Full House Bet (Gumdrop x Blondie)

Oliver chuckled when he saw the other turn another shade darker. "Good." he said, smiling at the other, "You know I'm in the same boat as you...well sort of, you're a little more willing than I am..." he said, humming at the thought, "you can talk to me like a normal person." he explained as liked it when he saw the other come a bit more at ease around him.

He sighed when the other said that the outfit wouldn't be good for the auction. "I'm not really sure if I want to go. I mean, I would love to get out of here for a bit, but...if it's...if it's a certain type of auction..." he trailed off, figuring Marcus would get his drift. He glanced around at the clothes that were all over the floor. "You think he'll let me change if I want to go? I mean, no point in changing out of this if it's okay for the dinner." he laughed, "God, I sound crazy." he said and shook his head and headed over to Marcus.

"Come on, can't leave master dragon ass waiting, now can we? He does have a rather short temper and I'm pretty sure that I'm walking the line after all that restraining he did this afternoon." he snickered. "Though...you might have made that line move far away from me if that smile means anything at all." he snickered again and waited for Marcus to take the lead.
 
His face turned a shade darker. Yet Marcus held the smile and the confident air about him. “I did. Thank you for asking.” He looked like he wanted to say more but clearly held his tongue as Oliver started digging through the massive mess he had littered the floor with. Whenever Oliver mentioned Dru’s cock, the smile eased and became a little more genuine. “I always do.”

Marcus lightly rubbed at his wrists through the sleeves for a moment but quickly put his hands back at his sides. “Take your time. Dru isn’t in a rush.” He made himself comfortable by the door, ignoring Oliver’s subtle advances, “The auction doesn’t start until 10 and it’s hardly 6:30. Anything before that is just casual time to meander about the product to take a look see.” He clearly spoke from experience.

As Marcus observed what Oliver was putting on, his smile quickly diminished into a more amused grin. “I’m not sure what he was looking for either, honestly. He told me to have you pick something more form fitting. If you plan on going to auction, it’ll have to be a suit or dress. The Phoenix doesn’t care much about who wears what so long as it is ‘classy’. For dinner the outfit most likely won’t make a difference.”

Once it seemed like Oliver was content, Marcus opened the door and took the lead. Again, his face tinted a light pink whenever Oliver mentioned his activities with Dru. “I don’t believe you’ll have to worry about Dru until later tonight.” Andrew followed up behind Oliver once he was out of the bedroom. He shut the door behind the other and then quickly caught up.

“Did I hear you mention the Phoenix?”

Marcus glanced over his shoulder, “Yes you did. There is to be an auction tonight.”

Andrew seemed surprised by the answer; his brows furrowing together and his lips setting in a straight line. There was a moment of silence before Andrew blurted out, “Didn’t things end badly the last time Dru went to one of the Phoenix’s auctions?”

Marcus sighed, “Yes, yes it did.”

Before anything could be further said, Marcus opened the door to a large dining room and motioned for Oliver to go in. His sleeve slid up slightly, revealing a slight bruise on his wrist, but once Oliver was through the entrance he quickly let the door close behind the other, preventing any questions if Oliver had scene it.

“Still enjoying your day off?” The question came from the head of the table where Dru sat over what looked to be a 4 foot mahi mahi on the table; scales and all. It didn’t appear to be the meal either since it was in the middle of the table, but rather an expensive centerpiece.
 
Oliver followed after Marcus and glanced back when he heard Andrew talk. He then looked to Marcus and was put on a slight edge when there was yet another thing said about this auction. Now he was curious and wanted to go, but he knew if it was what they seemed to be leading to he wasn't going to sit quietly. He sighed as Marcus opened yet another door and when he saw the bruise he frowned a bit before opening his mouth only to have the door close in his face. He huffed before jumping when he heard the dragon talking. "Uh... yeah." he said heading over to where Dru was.

He glanced at the table and the mahi mahi, "well that looks like a waste of money." he said, "but I suppose you have extra to kill?" he asked, moving over and sitting down next to Dru on his right side and fidgeted in the chair a bit, "So...um...about this auction tonight..." he started off, "what kind of auction is it? And are you really sure you should go? Some people don't seem to confident in your going." he said, he didn't want to say who but he was pretty sure it was going to be obvious. "Because I won't lie if it's a certain type of auction I'm a bit cautious about going...but I really do want to get out of this house if only for a night. I'm not much of an indoor pet." he said, chuckling at his own choice of words.
 
“Pets don’t get to choose whether they are indoor or outdoor. Speaking of pets and this mahi-mahi, it won’t go to waste. The breeders I keep in cages will get it once we are finished with dinner.” The words were effortless and said without much thought, as though it was routine. He then coughed and instantly, there were servers pouring out from the kitchen with plates of the mahi-mahi he had requested. It was all carefully plated on top of the rice pilaf and the side of shrimp stir fry.

They also emerged with extra plates of the same meal, bowls of the excess food, and also a variety of other things; fruits, veggies, alternative meats, etc. Dru smiled and lifted his chin up as one of the servers moved over to him and carefully places a napkin around his neck and other carefully upon his sitting lap. Once they were finished, they quickly scurried off back into the kitchen and Dru glanced over to Oliver to finish his reply. “The Phoenix auction…” he glanced to the door where Oliver had come through and left Andrew and Marcus, “there isn’t a thing in the world I have to be worried about. I’ve amended my mistakes and apologized to the Phoenix and his partner for my...ignorance.”

As he said it the words caused his mouth to twist in discomfort. “I am in need new product though and I am well aware that the Phoenix is the only supplier on this continent. I must attend. Also, if you hadn’t figured it out I’m one of the country's largest suppliers of humanoid and anthro pets for the rich and also trained and untrained sex slaves, depending on client's preferences. So my products are people.”

During his talking, Dru had picked up his fork and knife and begun carefully cutting his meal into small pieces. Once he was finished talking, he finally took the first bit and hummed softly before exclaiming. “Brava Orrick!” He then continued on with the meal, easily wiping the first plate clean before moving onto the second. As he grabbed at his second plate following the inhalation of the first, he glanced over to Oliver, “Any other questions my pet?” He was clearly in a much better mood than he had been previously.
 
Oliver rolled his eyes as Dru talked about what was happening with the waste of mahi-mahi and that he didn't get to pick if he was outdoor or indoor. "Yeah, well outdoor pets that are kept indoors tend to cause issues for their owner...just saying." he said, though that was all he was planning on saying and seemed to be the only thing he had time to say before the servers came out. He watched them as they seemed to run around and do every bit of something he would have to do himself anywhere else minus feed Dru.

He looked down at the plate that had been left in front of him and eventually started to eat though he wasn't quick to take it in as Dru seemed to be. He listened to what the Phoenix was all about and winced. He picked at the food in front of him suddenly losing his appetite. He knew that this kind of thing happened, he wasn't that ignorant about this world, but to actually be faced with it disgusted him. "Not really." he mumbled and continued to pick at his food.

Oliver had a hard choice in front of him now. He wanted outside of this house but to sit still during something he deemed wrong, he wasn't sure he could do it. He sighed a bit before glancing over to Dru, "I suppose I'll let you decide if I go or not, as by the sounds of it, the...auction will be after midnight, which means I'm yours to control once more." he said, poking at a bit of fish before stabbing it and eating it. "I will just give you a warning though, I would gag me if you are to take me, as what you are going to do is something I'm very much against." he said.
 
Dru glanced to Oliver over the food. An eyebrow twitched and he slowly finished his food before nodding. “If that’s how you want it then so be it. You’ll stay home and be confined to your room for the rest of the evening following dinner then.” He took another bite. “If you can’t behave yourself you won’t go out. ORRICK!”

As the name was shouted, a plump man rushed from the kitchen. He stopped at Dru’s side and carefully placed a glass of wine down beside Dru. “Sir.” He then turned and headed back to his hiding place as Dru carefully picked up the glass and took a sip. Again, he hummed. He raised the glass towards the kitchen before setting it down, letting his nail rake down the side of the fine crystal.
 
Oliver opened his mouth almost angry at the decision, but he really couldn't argue with it, Dru's logic was very sound. He huffed and went back to eating, jumping as he heard the yell for another person and settled when the wine was brought. The thing he hated the most was to be confined to his room. He just said he wasn't much of an indoor person and here he was being enclosed indoors. Sure he had managed to run himself ragged but much more of this and he was going to go crazy in here.

He bit his lip a bit before taking another bite and then setting his fork down, he was done with his fish and meal. "I-...um..." he fidgeted again in his seat, he hated asking for things so simple as this, "wouldn't it be possible for me to just sit outside or something?" he asked, "just in the back yard, I don't even have to leave the porch if you have one. I'm gonna go crazy like this, Dru-..er...Master." he explained, he was trying so hard to phrase this right so he didn't have to stay indoors. "please?" he added as an extra hope. "chain me up if you have to...please, I just want to go outside."
 
There was a puff of air that hardly could be considered a laugh. “I’ll keep in mind the chains for tomorrow but today you will stay inside. The incompetence of most of my men surprises me on a daily basis and I cannot risk losing product tonight because of that.” He sighed heavily. He finished the last few scraps on his plate and then clapped his hands twice. The workers rushed from the kitchen again, quickly clearing the table of all of its contents, including the full sized mahi mahi.

As all but a few returned back into the kitchen, Dru twisted his wrist to reveal an expensive looking watch. “I also would like to remind you that tomorrow evening you and I will be going out as well.” Dru fixed his sleeve and looked up. “Perhaps I will reconsider your outdoor privileges based off of your behavior then.”

Dru stood as he made the comment and looked over towards the door Marcus and Andrew had abandoned him at. “Marcus,” the boy slid through the doors obviously listening, “get dressed. You’ll be coming with me to the auction. Also, send Andrew in. He will be escorting Oliver back to his room.” Marcus nodded his head and then disappeared. Within seconds, Andrew came in through the door and waited for Oliver.
 
Oliver frowned a bit when he heard the answer but he let it be. It wasn't Oliver's fault if Dru couldn't keep control of his men. He watched as the contents were being taken away before he looked over to Dru once again and sighed when Dru mentioned that he was going to go out tomorrow night anyway, "Oh right...that stupid poker game." he mumbled under his breath. Seemed Dru was in the habit of going to things that Oliver really didn't want to go to, but at least this one was easier to enjoy than The Phoenix. He would behave if only to allow him to be outside.

He looked over to Marcus when he came in and had to smile a little, at least Marcus was getting some attention. He got the feeling that didn't happen too often at least the way Marcus acted. Though, then again, Marcus could be a little slut like he was and just didn't show it as much. He stood up and waited for Andrew and when he came in he looked over to Dru for a moment before deciding against what he was planning on saying and headed with Andrew to go to that cage they were calling a room.

Oliver already seemed a bit antsy having to go back in but he went in quietly before he glanced over to Andrew, "Do you think he would care if we just like talked or something?" he asked. "I mean, granted it's getting a little late...but I won't fall asleep until around midnight." he trailed off some not really sure what else to say to the man. He was just hoping that Andrew might take some pity on him again.
 
“Getting late?” Andrew scoffed, “It’s like, 7:30.” He rolled his eyes and stepped into the room before closing the door. “If you can take some verbal teasing this time, I’ll talk to you. Especially since there isn’t any water you could ruin my phone with.” Andrew smirked at Oliver and the pressed his back to the wall besides the door. Crossing his hands across his chest, for a lack of anything better to do with them, he looked around for a moment.

“So what would you care to discuss? Politics? Business? Escape plans?” Andrew asked spouting the first random thoughts that came to mind. He could have easily started talking about some nonsense, but he gave Oliver the room to talk about whatever. He was technically the prisoner.
 
Oliver winced "yeah....lets go with it was wishful thinking." He moved to sit on the bed and looked over to Andrew, "can't say I'm super sorry about that but yes, I think I can take a bit of verbal abuse now." He said and rolled his eyes. When the other gave him topics about what they could talk about he had to chuckle. "really? Politics, business, and escape plans?" Oliver chuckled once more and shook his head. "I suck at politics...dont really have much of a business, do you? And do you seriously think Dru would be okay with you discussing escape plans with me? Plus....I get the feeling that even if I managed to escape I wouldn't live for long."

Oliver huffed, "what about much easier topics, like favorites or where you come from, what got you here or something like that?" He offered trying to see if maybe he could start some kind of conversation. "I mean you know how I got here...how did you get here?"
 
“You’d live, you just wouldn’t be living here. Drudwyn doesn’t put up with disobedient pets. He’d probably sell you off to someone who’s interested in ‘refining’ slaves.” Andrew looked about the room, actually thinking about the results of it Oliver were to flee. It seemed so commonplace for him to talk about as well, as if it really didn’t bother him.

As soon as Oliver tried to change the topics to something that would generate easier conversation, Andrew turned his attention back to the boy. “My getting here?” He sighed out and shifted as he leaned against the wall. “I was a drug dealer for a couple years straight out of highschool. Thankfully I never got caught but most of my ring did so that shut me down. I tried working normal jobs that none of that shit could pay enough for me to live without finding someone to room with and my drug money dried up fast. Before I ran out I moved over to Europe to see what all that was about. I happened to befriend a couple of the guys who worked for Dru while there and they gave me an in.”

He watched Oliver the whole time as he thought about summing up his life. “For awhile I stayed in Europe, guarded an empty apartment and occasionally guarded some of the shipments, I wasn’t permitted to see what it was at the time so I was at the entrance of the docks. After the first year one of the guards asked if I wanted a promotion and handed me the contract. I read it over and signed. Realized the shit I was in afterwards but it’s not so bad. If Dru wasn’t doing it someone else would.” Andrew shrugged. “So my life story, what about you? What was your life before you got here?”
 
Oliver sighed, "good to know." he mumbled and let himself fall back onto the bed. He listened and nodded every now and then. Seemed pretty simple to him. He had to smile though, him and Andrew had completely different lives. He chuckled when he was asked to return the favor of telling him his life story and sat up. He looked at Andrew for a moment, "you'll think I'm lying. That or you'll simply laugh. That's usually the two reactions I get when I tell people why I am where I am. Not here specifically but even my good for nothing ex laughed when I told him who I was."

"Born and raised rich kid." Oliver started out. "Born to the wonderful leave it to beaver type of family called the Green's." he explained, "And I mean it, they were all over the leave it to beaver bit. Perfect home with everything in its place, we even had a room that my little sister and I couldn't go into except on special occasions. Devote Christian family. Right down to the homophobic father but the kind understanding mother." He looked away from Andrew as he thought about it. "It honestly was a pretty good life, I love my family...even if my dad doesn't like what I am. Not that he knows what I am. Figured it out in high school and from then on fucked like it was no body's business. I was on my school's track team. Cross-country, did pretty well."

Oliver looked down to his feet, "Found out that hiding things from the family can cost you dearly though...when you hide it from your friends and family that you are something and it deals with being in a relationship, you don't exactly have someone to tell you that the guy you are dating might be a little fucked up in the head. I got pretty lucky until my last. So, that's me in a nutshell. Any questions?"
 
“You’d be surprised how many of the guards and slaves that come through were rich kids who fucked themselves over. Well, better off might be the better term for most of them.” Andrew shrugged. “I mean, it makes sense as to why you were at that poker game to begin with. Dru goes there knowing some of the guys might thrown in a year of work, sometimes a house if they’re desperate.”

Andrew shimmied down the wall getting comfortable. “I guess it makes sense why you’re desperate to not have Dru take you home though. If you ever did get released, you wouldn’t have anything to go back to then.” He paused, brows suddenly furrowing together, “Are they use to you disappearing like this? Or do you normally pop back in every now and again to ease their worried hearts?” Andrew made it sound more dramatic than he meant to, but it was a serious question. “I mean, like, would they file you as a missing person? Dru wouldn’t care but he might fly you out of the country if you become a hassle on the homefront.”
 
Oliver sighed when the other explained that he was pretty normal for this world. "That's even more fucked up when it's stated." he said and looked over to Andrew. "Yeah...well...honestly I probably could live with my mom and dad knowing and seeing me like that, it's my little sister that I would have had a problem with. I swear that little girl is the only thing I really live for in this world. To have her see me..." he shuddered, "I would die."

He shook his head "No, they aren't." he said. "I'm in college now...well, I suppose was in college. I didn't see or talk to them nearly as often. But if I don't call them by next week they'll start to get suspicious and concerned. They'll probably text me or call me a couple of times but the very next day I'll be a missing person." he explained. "Not sure if it'll cause Dru any trouble, not that I give a shit, just rather not be flown out of the country. Though I get the feeling I don't really have much hope of ever leaving this life alive..." he said and stood up starting to pace a little bit.

"I can't believe I was so stupid." he said, kicking the floor lightly. "Look I slept around with some shifty guys, I really did...but I was careful. Made sure I was protected, had weekly checks to make sure I didn't contract anything. Usually made them stay at my place if they were gonna stay over." he sighed. "Such a fuckin' idiot."
 
“Obviously you didn’t have a roommate otherwise you’d already be claimed as a missing person.” Andrew said, a smile playing on his lips. The expression faded and his fingers drummed on the floor at the thought. “You probably are going to end up out of the country actually…”

“I mean,” he coughed, “Dru paid off everyone in the room the moment the two of you left to keep everyone quiet. If your parents throw out a ransom though and someone talks to get more money, he won’t stay. He’ll relocate his operations. It isn’t the first time he’s had to.” Andrew worked through the possibly thought process of Dru.

“Of course, he probably already went to out your house or apartment, whatever you had. Gave one of the guys your credit cards and a false passport to make it look like you went traveling...hell, the guy might have texted your parents to throw them off. Dru’s made it look like people have gone traveling before and then got kidnapped overseas…” Andrew refocused on Oliver and nodded, “I’m sure Dru already has four different plans worked out. He’s always thinking ahead.”
 
Oliver chuckled, "yeah....you're right there. Though with my luck with room mates they probably assumed this would happen to me eventually and just didn't bother. But, no...I don't have a room mate." However, as Andrew's expression faded so did Oliver's. He didn't want to wind up in another country. Then again he didn't really want this situation to happen in the first place.

He shook his head when Andrew mentioned a ransom. "Naw...like I said they'll call out the police and whatnot...but the police is going to tell them to not do the reward. My parents may be rich, but they listen." he sat up and glared at Andrew, even though he wasn't mad at Andrew, "Great. So not only have I been ravaged...my home has been too, that's just fucking great." he sighed and threw himself back on the bed. "What the hell did I do to deserve this shit?" he mumbled.

"Andrew...I'm pretty sure I already know the answer...but since I haven't exactly been told explicitly yet...Dru deals with slavery...doesn't he?" Oliver asked.
 
Andrew started picking at the grime under his nails as Oliver started talking about what his parents would do once they found out he had gone abroad and been ‘kidnapped.’ As Oliver started getting mad at Dru, but was glaring at Andrew he looked up. “Wrong place, wrong time, and you were with the wrong people.” Andrew said shrugging. “You were given a silver spoon at birth and now you’re getting the short end of the stick, take that how ever you want.”

There was a pause between Andrew answering and Oliver asking what kind of business Drudwyn actually had. Whenever Oliver asked though, Andrew's eyebrows rose.

“I mean...basically yeah. I'm surprised someone hasn't explained that to you. He does more than just that technically but if you’re just looking at the larger theme, he deals in slaves, trained sex slaves, anthro pets for the rich, and more recently black market babies.” Andrew paused. He couldn’t see Oliver’s face to read his expression so he stared at the kid’s legs as he lounged on the bed. “Did you want more details than that or does the basic idea of his business answer the question?”
 
Oliver frowned more, he couldn't disagree with Andrew on this, he was right and Oliver knew it. He licked his lips and sighed, waiting for the answer to his question. He had to chuckle a little bit though, "I don't think anyone has had time...they've been too busy fucking the new toy, remember? You were kind of involved in that." he said and shook his head. He closed his eyes and fidgeted, "black market...do I want to know?" he asked allowed.

No...no he didn't want to know any more, the basic idea was good enough. He sat up and looked at Andrew, "how do you protect a man like that? That's awful what he does. Don't get me wrong...the dominance is a bit of a turn on but the being stuck here for only him and those he deems fit..." Oliver trailed off and chuckled, "god, if I did this willingly...that actually sounds kind of nice." he mumbled. He eyed Andrew for a bit his mind wandering lightly back through their conversation and snickered, "You know, I just thought of one hell of an escape plan. It would take way too much time and I'm not nearly as sneaky as I would have to be. But if I literally fucked every single on of the guards in here without Dru's permission and didn't tell him until I left, I think I could make it pretty fucking far before he came after me."
 
“Basically, you are the unwilling and Marcus was the much more willing.” Andrew shrugged again rolling his eyes at Oliver’s dramatic words. “Look, I do what I have to do. I signed on to this because the other options weren’t much of an option in my opinion.” He knew it was a pathetic answer, especially to someone on the opposite end. He wasn’t the type to come out and say the real truth though.

He went back to picking at his nails for a lack of anything better to do. He looked over to Oliver as he explained his escape plan though and rolled his eyes. “Please, you really think you fucking everyone else besides him willingingly would piss him off? I feel like he’d do just the opposite. It would make him want you more. Like, he hadn’t been able to break you sufficiently enough to listen to him completely so he has to try harder to get that from you kind of thing. Ya’know?”

“I heard from one of the guys that the whole time you were going at it in that foursome, his eyes were glued to you. I think you turning him down is more of a turn on for him. He’s totally into the cat and mouse chase. Then, whenever he finds you too difficult he turns to Marcus who plays an easier game. One he knows how to play.” Andrew laughed out softly and rolled his eyes. “I mean, making deals to sell slaves is his normal. He needs SOME sort of challenge in his life. He’s totally the kind of guy who needs that. Thinking about it, he use to fill it with breaking the sex slaves, teaching them how to whore themselves to the best of their ability, but now he has you.”
 
Oliver arched his eyebrow when the other gave him his answer. "well, that's stupid." he said and let it slide after that. As Andrew tore down his escape plan piece by piece he frowned a bit. "What happened to the no touchy Oliver thing?" he asked, looking over to Andrew, "You saying I fuck you right now....he's not going to do a thing to you?" he asked, smirking a bit. "Care to try that idea?" He honestly wasn't in the mood, but he figured that Andrew wouldn't take him up on it either, after all Dru had said to look not touch, or was that literally just for today?

He sighed "So...I'm his challenge. The one that refuses to break for him?" he asked, glancing at the door. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, he liked it a tad bit, felt like a compliment of some sort, however it felt kind of bad too, like he was stuck here no matter what. "Is it so bad that I just wanted a nice normal boyfriend who liked sex? I mean seriously? What's so bad with that?" he asked.
 
Andrew’s brows furrow together, “I mean…” he shrugged, a signature move at this point. “I was under the impression it was only for today and it was more for you. Like, to give you a break. I really don’t want to test that impression though so no, but thanks for the offer.” He laughed softly and let his head fall back against the wall with a light thump.

“Isn’t that what most people want?” Andrew snickered, “There isn’t anything bad about that. It’s just not what you were given. You dated a dude who was a total dick. Then, he gave you to an even bigger dick. You’re pulling a ton of short straws kiddo.”
 
Oliver hummed "Well, there goes that plan." he chuckled and smiled when the other said no to the offer. He laughed when the other explained his situation and shook his head "Mmmm...short isn't how I would put either of those two." he snickered and rolled over in the bed. He got up and moved over to Andrew. He looked down at him for a moment and then plopped down next to him. "Sorry I'm so boring." he said.

"I'm sure this is the last thing you wanted to do with your time. At least it would be if I were a guard. I would want to be like...hanging out with the other guards and playing poker or something like that." he said, teasing the other, though who knew, maybe that's really what they did.
 
Andrew’s head lulled to the side as he watched Oliver walk over and plunge to the floor beside him. “Talking’s not boring. At least this talking isn’t.” He motioned to the two of them and shrugged. Oliver then brought up things he assumed guards would be doing with their free time. “I mean, I’m not a gambling guy but I’m sure there are fellows around here who do. I like working with facts when I have control over things. There’s too much I can’t control for me to be blowing my money on some stacked odds against me that I’ll win.”

“If I had free time I’d love to get back into playing football. Well, soccer to be specific.” Andrew laughed. “Played a whole ton while I was in Europe. That’s like, their big thing. At first I didn’t get it but after awhile, I could understand why they all like it so much. It’s like having a family you can actually relate to. You can pick families you like and then there are the family feuds. It’s kind of fun to get people stirred up about it all. In the end, I prefer playing it compared to watching it. Could always find people over there who liked to do both.”

Andrew sighed, “Here though everyone fucking laughs at you unless you are in a club or something. Don’t have the time for that shit let alone to actually play. I can at least keep up with what is going on though which is cool.”

Andrew quieted, thinking about it. His eyes scanning the room even though his thoughts were miles away. At least until he reeled himself back in and turned his attention back to Oliver. “What about you? What did you do in your free time besides hang with douch bages who squander you off?”
 
"you play soccer?" Oliver asked, smiling slightly. "well now. There's something I was expecting to hear. Cool though." He said and listened to what Andrew had to say about it. When he was asked he looked down at his lap. "run." He said. "I used to run track and I was good at it. I didn't want to in the beginning, it was mostly my parents trying to keep their precious virginal straight boy out of the cold hands of the poor people that got in on a miracle to our school...at least that's how they phrased it."

"soon though I found that I seriously loved to run. Long distance mostly, I learned to be able to run all day. And I loved it. All I had to do was run for as long as I could. I didn't have to be super fast, just a bit faster than the person behind me. Just have a slightly better strategy. Some would try and gain ground in the beginning, others would arch up at the end, I would go in the middle honestly...it would let me gain and keep the ground that I earned."

Oliver sighed a bit. "if he ever lets me out...id be willing to play some soccer with you. Can't say I'm all that good at it though, but I would be willing to try." He said shrugging.
 
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