~3rd Person POV~

"Is that a compliment?" Oliver tilted his head to the side as he smiled at Len, his hands clasped together tightly as if he was nervous.

Len noticed and was a bit confused, but shrugged it off and replied, "Take it however you'd like."

Oliver's smile seemed to crack a bit, but he held it strong. "Noted. Now, if you'd listen for a moment...." He trailed off, his smile fading into a look of thought. "Dinner is at eight. You will have free time until then. If you even think about escaping, more of your so-called 'freedom' will be relinquished." As he spoke, Oliver's face was blank and his tone was flat and monotone. However, he put on another bright smile as he said the last word enthusiastically. "Okay~?"

"Creepy...." Len mumbled softly, waving a hand at Oliver. "Got it, got it. So, what's there to do then?"

"First of all, you should take a look around the house. Find something to satisfy yourself." Oliver raised a finger in the air. "Just make sure you're not bothering me while I'm doing my own business, alright?"

"Sure, whatever." Len averted his eyes as he slipped up and let his thoughts roam freely. 'Would he be able to satisfy me...?'

"Ever wanted to see what it would feel like to get dropped of a ten foot tree?"

Len looked up at Oliver with narrow eyes, however the younger blond was just smiling. 'Really creepy....'

"You just don't know how to control your thoughts, do you? Remember, I'll go easy on you since it's only your first day and you don't seem to understand much yet, but the punishment will increase as the time does." Oliver nodded, his cheerful expression not faltering at all.

Len nodded, crossing his arms. "I'll be sure to remember that."

"Good!" Oliver clapped his hands once and then clasped them together. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some dinner to make." He nodded and then closed the door behind him as he headed downstairs.

Len was left all alone is his room while Oliver had wandered back downstairs to make dinner, which Len assumed would surely take a while.

"He can't...possibly hear my thoughts from down there.... Right...?" Len mumbled aloud, furrowing his brows together slightly.

Suddenly, he heard something metallic drop loudly from wherever Oliver had been.

Something inside him that he couldn't recognize made him immediately bolt up from his bed and run downstairs to locate wherever the noise had come from.

"Oliver?!" He shouted worriedly, not even knowing why he was worried at all. In fact, he would probably be happy if something happened to the annoying little brat. Then he could get the hell out of here and make a new life for himself, maybe even change his name if needed.

"Ah...." Oliver sat up from where he was lying on the floor, holding his knee. "That's...." He smiled eerily up at Len. "That's not a very nice thing to think, huh...?"

Len flinched. 'Nope. Definitely don't care one bit about this kid.'

"Jeez, you don't learn, do you?" Oliver huffed, reaching up and holding on to the kitchen counter for leverage as he stood back up. "Man.... It really hurts...."

Len raised an eyebrow in amusement. "What'd you do?" He asked, wanting to get the full story.

"Mmn, just tripped and slammed my knee against the floor and also the baseboard; hurt like bloody hell." Oliver took a seat at one stool by the island in the middle of the kitchen and reached his hand down to gently trace his fingers along his knee, wincing slightly as he did so. "Yeah.... There's definitely gonna be a bruise there...."

Len watched quietly as Oliver continued to sensitively rub at his kneecap, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "That helping?" He asked slightly mockingly.

"Very," Oliver shot back, pursing his lips seductively at Len as he continued to trace his fingers. "Something bothering you~?"

Len narrowed his eyes slightly. "No, nothing at all."

"Really~? If you keep staring like that, I might misunderstand...." The younger blond looked away, snickering softly. "Anyway, clear your thoughts and grab me an ice pack, would you?"

"Misunderstand however you'd like. It doesn't change the fact that it's not true." Len shrugged and headed over to the refrigerator and grabbed a few ice cubes from the freezer, tossing them into a plastic bag for Oliver. 'This kid really is a handful.... Is he looking after me, or am I looking after him...?'

"I believe you were put into my hands, correct?" Oliver smiled eerily at Len, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands stiffly in his lap as if he was some fancy, rich model. It...didn't exactly fit him.

"Correct!" Len mocked, making his voice sound like a game show announcer as he spoke. Of course, it was only to mock Oliver as he tossed the ice pack at the younger boy.

"Thank you~" Oliver sang softly, holding the ice pack over his knee. "Luckily I wasn't holding any food when I fell, so all of it is fine. It's on the counter over there," he pointed over to where the food was set out, "so help yourself."

Len looked over at the food and grinned. "Don't mind if I do!" He laughed softly as he moved over to the food and took a piece of bread. "Nice.... Not stale...."

"You ate stale bread...?" Oliver looked a bit shocked at the thought, but then reconsidered once he remembered what one of the guards had told him.

"Yeah, all the time. Nothing but stale bread and water with the occasional meat." Len brought the piece of bread up to his mouth and took a large bite out of it. "Delicious...."

"Thanks, it's homemade."

"Really?" Now it was Len's turn to look shocked. "You made this? All by yourself?"

"Yep~!" Oliver flashed a satisfied grin at Len before suddenly flinching. "Ah, I almost forgot...! You seem used to working your way around those handcuffs, huh?"

"Well, a year and a half of experience would do that for you."

"Only a year and a half...?" Oliver mumbled the words as if they had wriggled their way under his skin.

"Something wrong?" Len asked, narrowing his eyes slightly out of caution.

"No, no... I was just thinking...." Oliver used his free hand to wave Len off, to which the older boy just shrugged.

"You gonna eat anything?"

"No, I'll wait for a while...." Oliver looked down as he spoke, his gaze not focused on any one thing.

"Alright, more for me~!"