Olive rubbed his chest where he'd been kicked, massaging it in order to feel less stinging pain.
Valentine stared at him for a few seconds and instinctively sent a punch to his face. "You enjoy making me feel worse than I already do, I can see that." He stood up from the table and began to storm off.
"I can run you a very cold bath if that will help you cool down," Olive suggested, covering his bleeding nose.
"I can do it myself!" Valentine walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Olive sighed, averting his attention to his shirt that was on the table. He stood up and grabbed it, leaving the living room.
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"Draven." As Avelina looked around the room, she held a panicked expression, very worried about something.
Draven opened the door, walking into the room. "What's wrong?" He approached her on the bed.
