âShe slaps your wrists? How rude,â Ollie said with a huff. âI donât know what Fang is gonna do. Whatever it is, heâs gonna have to deal with all of my shit and my pissy attitude. Because Iâm gonna be fucking pissy as hell.â they pursed their lips, not even liking the idea of being without their stress reliever. âOh well. I guess Fang wants me to live a long happy life or some bullshit.â they smiled a bit.
âIt isnât a mean slap. Just reprimanding. She doesnât want me to lose my voice.â Grey blinked and stared before smiling at Ollie, their expression soft. âI donât think he would mind that.â They replied, looking down to their hands. âHe cares deeply about you, Iâm sure he would survive.â











