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For a second time that day, Kotoro felt that weird swimming feeling in his head, though not quite as strong as before. What was the cause of it? he wondered. Maybe he was just getting sick. The only thing keeping him from focusing on that feeling was the knowledge of his beloved cakes being held in the hands of Oliver.

"Maybe because I can't put 100% faith in a certain boy who didn't know what 'pay' was to be able to make lunch," he said.

Oliver frowned, annoyed. So what if he didn't know every nonsensical human word? I wasn't as if Kotoro spoke in his native tongue either. So making up his debt wouldn't be as easy as he'd hoped... he'd just have to stay with Kotoro until the deed was done. "Fine," he mumbled, pecking Kotoro on the cheek as if he'd done it every day of his life. Not thinking that it would make any sort of impression, Oliver casually moved to the counter, plopped the prized snack cakes on it, and went to find the living room. He combed through his bangs once with his fingers and pulled his goggles down to hang around his neck as he waited quietly.

With the quickly fleeting touch of Oliver's lips on his cheek, Kotoro's entire body tensed. Not only was he not used to company, but even more-so, he was unaccustomed to people touching him. Especially acts such as that. Unmoving, as if he had been frozen solid, he watched the other through the corner of his eye until he left. All at once, his body sagged as he shook his head in disbelief. Oliver must have grown up in a touchy and affectionate kind of family, he figured.

Having not gotten an answer of what type of food to make, he decided to grab two frozen dinners. They were the easiest to make. It was a little more difficult to open the box than it usually was. By now, he would normally have his gloves off and put away until the next day. He finally resorted to just completely tearing it open before throwing them both in the oven. Instead of waiting, he became curious as to what Oliver was doing in the other room, so he set out to find him.

"Of course I don't need help," Kotoro said, not able to keep from noticing how relaxed Oliver seemed, and in practically a stranger's house. "It's cooking right now. It'll be done in about ten minutes." The red-headed boy walked over to sit in the chair opposite of the couch. Time to rid himself of a few questions that had stirred in his mind since they had entered the apartment. "So, Oliver.." he started, slouching his shoulders over so he could rest his elbows upon his knees. Start easy. "You from anywhere around here?"

"... Ok," Kotoro said, looking a little skeptical with the given answer. "And you just randomly have the free time to follow me home? I could have been some psycho rapist or murderer you know." He sat back in the chair resting the heel of his foot on one knee and crossed his arms. He was very rarely one to give lectures, but he was just curious about Oliver.

Oh, little did Kotoro know of Oliver's true Nixen nature..

Instead, he found the boy's comparison amusing. He knew he wasn't either of those things himself, and he thought there was no way in hell the other could be either vicious or cannibalistic.

"Right, of course," he said, his fingers drumming on the edge of his elbow rhythmically. "You live alone?" Or away from most civilization? he was also tempted to add, but restrained his tongue from further comment.

Ryu grinned "Sure...but I reccommend getting changed back into clothes first- I don't want you to freeze or get sick." Ryu gently ruffled Kon's hair, then went back over to the chair where his towel was and finished drying off. Honestly, he was thrilled that Kon wanted to go out into the snow- he had wanted to as well, so this would probably prove to be an enjoyable experience for the both of them.