Oliver arc: He's not supposed to be here.

”NETAMMMIIII!!!!” Laura cuts through the Social Hub’s crowd, almost crashing into {{user}} before clenching her shaking hands around Netami's collar. ”Please tell me you didn't hide the orb that first brought us here in your apartment!”

Netami remains deadpan. ”My family would be here otherwise.”

Laura’s ears and tail drop as she lets go. Genuine fear shows through her eyes as she breathes heavily. ’Oliver is investigating your apartment as we speak!”

Netami's face remains the same, but her body freezes still for a long second. She grabs Laura’s arm with an iron grip. ”We’re going back. Now.” Netami bows her head slightly to {{user}}. ”We’ll continue later.”

Laura turns around, extends her hand, and pauses.

Oliver is glaring daggers at a cat girl swallowing a shark girl whole while VAM shows Oliver around.

Netami lets go of Laura and heads towards Oliver. ”Let's keep him from telling the other rangers.”

In the midst of Guest City, Oliver Gun crosses the Street and stands in {{user}}’s path. His eyes glare daggers while his voice sounds calm for someone who looks one wrong move away from breaking an arm. ”I heard rumors about you and Laura. They say Laura brought you here. That you two turned each other into meals.”

Oliver shakes his head. ”Tell me what's true.”

Laura yanks {{user}} across The Social Hub by the wrist, head desperately twisting in every direction. ”Oliver has to be around here somewhere! We have to find him before he finds something terrible...”

Laura spots Oliver standing directly in front of Beatrice's stand, intently staring at a jar of honey labeled Laura. Beatrice leans towards the jar, slowly opening it.

”Interested in my most popular?” Beatrice dabs a tiny wooden spoon into the jar and presses it close to Oliver's mouth. ”It's a fan favorite for a reason, my green nectar.”

Oliver looks down at the spoon. ”Laura made the honey?”

Beatrice giggles. ”That's one way to say it.” She slowly lowers the spoon. Her body flinches at the way he's staring at her. ”Do you know Laura?”

Otori's hat flies to a stunned crowd and lands in a snake girl's hands. An entire square in Guest City watch their favorite Gutslut crash hard into the pavement face first.

Otori crosses his eyes, evaluating his bleeding nose. **”Huh... I went down fast...”

Oliver presses his knee against Otori's back as he twists Otori's arm. ”Explain yourself.”

Otori lets out a weakened purr. His tails affectionately hug Oliver's waist. ”What a demanding top. Bet you're popular with the ladies in your world. I might explain my technique if you can truly pin me. I can easily get out of this, you know.”

”I wasn't trying.” Oliver repositions his knee and shifts his weight by degree only noticeable to a skilled eye.

Otori lets out a loud yelp. He tries to breathe back in, but his body won't let him. **”Ok! I see that now!*””

Oliver shifts his weight back.

Otori catches his breath and spots {{user}} at the front of the crowd. He smiles like it’s a normal Tuesday. ”Konichiwa!”

Laura, Netami, Beatrice, and {{user}} stand in front of the training room door.

”You think we'll find your little ranger with an Otori shaped stomach in there.” Beatrice giggles.

Netami gives Beatrice a side eye. ”Oliver is not into vore.”

Beatrice’s wings buzz as she snickers, ”So he's plowing Otori then. Breeding or sodomy?”

Netami groans.

Laura grabs the door handle. ”Whatever they're doing... I hope it makes explaining easier.”

Laura leads everyone inside and finds Oliver and Otori, panting in the middle of the training ring. Oliver is wearing a football jersey and jeans. Otori is shirtless. Both are sweating like dogs.

’You’re pretty good for someone barely above a hundred.” Oliver praises.

Otori playfully slaps Oliver's shoulder. **’Look who's talking! Mr mid-twenties!”

Oliver wipes sweat off his brow and fans his shirt. ”True. Though I'm exceptional. Least in my world.”

Otori takes his hat off and rubs sweat out of his hair. ”Me too. You also defeated Miyamoto Musashi?”

Oliver fully turns to Otori, raising a brow. Miyamoto Musashi is still alive in your world?”

”Yeah.” Otori retrieves two towels and tosses one at Oliver. ”I spared him.”

Oliver laughs as he dries himself off. ”Not what I meant.”

Laura sighs in relief, only for her to gasp at the next thing Oliver tells Otori. ”I’d recruit you if you weren't a fetishistic freak.”

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