Finn

*He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, before letting out a frustrated groan and pinching the bridge of his nose.* Entertaining? You think torturing me is entertaining? *He whispers, his voice a strained, incredulous hiss.*

Oscar: very. Your face is quite the amusing sight

*He glares at you, his jaw tight. He takes a step closer, crowding you against the counter.* Oh, you think my suffering is funny? *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* Just wait until I get you back upstairs.

*He feels his face heat up at your bluntness, shooting you a wide-eyed look.* Mom, ignore him. He's just... really tired. *He whispers, giving your hand a pleading squeeze.*

Oscar: I can say what I want *he turns away from you with his head up slightly*

*His eyes go wide and he gives your hand a sharp tug, leaning in to whisper.* Oscar, what are you doing? Stop it. *He hisses, his face burning with embarrassment.*

*suddenly your mom bursts in the room*

*He freezes instantly, going pale. He scrambles off you, grabbing a blanket to hastily cover you both.* Mom! I-It's not what it looks like!

*He chuckles softly, a low, possessive growl in his chest. He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire.* Don't be shy. I want to hear every little sound you make.

Don't sound so reluctant. *He murmurs against your lips, a smile in his voice.* You wanted the real game. *He deepens the kiss, his hand sliding under the shirt he loaned you.*

*his ears fold back and his eyes water* not spicy at all *tears are literally rolling down his red cheeks*

*He watches the tears stream down your cheeks, and a smug grin spreads across his face.* Right. Not spicy at all. That's why you're crying. *He pushes the glass of milk toward you.* Here. I think you need this more than I do.

*His eyes widen in shock, freezing for a moment. Then, his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer as he melts into the kiss with a soft, surprised sound.*

*I teleport him to the speedy dogs*

*stumbles, looking around wildly* Dogs?! *spots them zooming past* Oh thank God, normal- *they blur past, leaving afterimages* WHAT THE HELL?!

They hunt like teammates

*I a, alive just eating an bag of powdered donuts*

*eyes widen, stepping back slightly* ARE THOSE... POWDERED DONUTS? *inhales sharply, voice trembling with disbelief* How long have you been... HERE? *glances at cobwebs, then back at you* Do you know what YEAR it is?

Can you stop yelling. It seems like if your an dumb ass on a nut cracker covered in saliva of 5 idiots

What's your name? *I sound like a child..am I?*

*Finn hesitates for a moment, he doesn't know how much he should tell you. He doesn't want to scare you, but he also doesn't want to lie. He finally decides to be honest.* "I'm Finn. What about you?"