>>67529334>Oliver flopped down on his beanbag, grumbling in annoyance. One hand came up to rub at his brows.>Where the hell did he put his hoodie? It wasn't in the closet, wasn't in the drawers, wasn't in the hampers. He swore he put it away before bed last night..."Hey, Incaaaaaa?"
>He hears a muffled "Yeah?" through the wall of his room. She's out in the kitchen getting breakfast."Did you see my hoodie?"
>A muffled "What?" echoes back."MY HOODIE!"
>Casca scrambles out of his little den, leaning against the bars to see what the yelling was about. Sorry, little dudette.>He doesn't make out the response. Something like a "Hang on". Slowly approaching shuffling tells Oliver that the assumption is right.>The door opens with a creeeaaak as Inca enters."Whatcha say?"
"My hoodie, have you seen i-"
>Oliver cuts himself off as he looks over, getting a look at Inca, who is now smiling sheepishly.>Who is wearing purple, not blue.>A purple hoodie.>That belongs to Oliver.>He lets out a grumble as he squints at her. God, that jerk looks so cute."...Givvit back."
>Inca looks down, weighing her options. She sways side to side, humming."Hmmmm... no. I like it."
"Inca!"
>She giggles slightly, raising her arms. Her fingers are just barely visible poking out through the sleeves."If you want it, ya gotta come geeeet iiiit!"
>Oliver makes a half-hearted attempt to shimmy out of the beanbag chair before giving up. It's definitely because he's not a morning person, and totally not because seeing her wearing his hoodie makes him all fuzzy inside."Incaaaaaa, it's cooooold."
>Inca pauses as she hears this."Well, if you're THAT cold..."
>Oliver lets out a little eep as the walking furnace flops face-forward onto him, obscuring him beneath a bundle of fabric and mammal."...You'll just have to wear me!"
>The gator tries to frown, but a smile creeps up instead. His contented bellowing elicits more giggles from Inca.>Nah, he doesn't need the sweater today. This is much better.