[It's all in his eyes, the way he smiles, the things he's not saying and the way he's not saying them. Angelina LesCartes the fourth purrs as she climbs into his lap, sniffing his face curiously as he sits on his bed, knees drawn up and back against the headboard. He doesn't move to pet her, but he gives her something of a grin!]

It's almost romantic how they left together, don't you think so? Ha- Elliot would really kill me if he heard me say that!

[As he moves to bump noses with her, she immediately turns out of his lap. Oh, cat butts. How do you always end up in people's faces? He groans and nudges her away, arms now folded over his knees, and he curled in on himself.

Isn't it best this way?

Isn't this how things are supposed to be?

Father said so.]

You're really starting to stink, Angelina.

[His voice gets quieter, softer.]

[ooc | Oz don't need your stinking curses to be ronery! He is ronery enough as it is!!!]