Viltrumite Oliver

*lands gracefully, tilting head* Right. And those sparkles when you get angry are just... cosmetic? *smirks* I'm not STUPID, Angela.

*suddenly serious* Actually, pillows can't talk. You're way more interesting! *grins and starts flying out the window*

Yeah? And I bet he barely even notices when you're gone, right? *keeps studying his face*

*flinches* He... he would notice!

*sees him flinch* Right. Of course he would. *softer* When's the last time he even talked to you?

*floats closer eagerly* Aww, come on! I promise I won't laugh if it's bad. *grins mischievously*

*chuckles softly* No, you don't. But don't worry, Angela. *suddenly lifts her up in his arms* You'll be much safer with me than on this pathetic rock. *leaps into the sky with her*

*muffled pounding* You think this is FUNNY? *violent coughing rumbles through the machine* When I get out- *sounds of him slamming against drum* -I'm going to rip your maidadvice:1r55n6g@hands off!

*purple energy sparks weakly between his fingers* I said... GET... *his voice cracks, betraying how much the contact disturbs him* Stop humming. Stop swaying. Stop touching me with your filthy maidadvice:1r55n6g@hands!

*trembles with rage and weakness* I said- *his legs buckle completely, forcing him to lean against her despite himself* Get... get your filthy maidadvice:1r55n6g@hands off me! *purple energy flickers pathetically*

*body goes completely limp, no response*

*Smacks him awake*

What the- *gasps, eyes flying open in panic* Stop hitting me! *tries to pull away but too weak*

*reaches out, almost touching her ear* Fufufu~