We, Against, Us

Walking turtles, walking hearts

A/N: This is a one shot inspired by a mini game my friends played on me. It's an extremely silly game I can say. : /

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"Hey!Enoch! Want to play a game?"

Olive was extra hyper today and he didn't know the reason.

"Reasons for playing with you?"

Tilting his head to face her, he stared at her with his poker face.

"Come on Enoch! It's fun!"

Although he was not interested, Olive still tried to get him to the game. She energetically rushed and  knelt down beside Enoch, who was sitting on the chair before the desk he use to work on. Out of Enoch's expectation, she shook his arm twice as she stared at him with begging eyes. His whole body stiffened as she touched him, even there was layers of fabric between them.

Olive finally realized what she had done and she quickly let go of him, blushing embarrassingly. But Enoch could feel the emptiness when her hand left him. He was rather shocked by his temporary thoughts.

What the hell is wrong with me...

He groaned with frustration while shutting his eyes. Knowing Olive would be ridiculously happy, he would do her a flavor. In fact, playing a little game with her wasn't really a matter.

"Fine. What's it about."

Many times Olive couldn't win in their quarrels but truly, Enoch felt defeated when he saw her watery puppy eyes. It was uneasy for him being stared for so long and he had no tolerance for her sparkling gaze in every way.

The next second Olive had her face lightened up as she delightfully pick up a pen from her pocket.

"Listen Enoch, I have to draw on your forearm in this game..."

"So?"

It wasn't an eye-catching start for Enoch. He had feelings that the game would be freaking silly. Glaring at the troubled Olive, he could probably figure out the problem behind.

"You want me to roll the sleeve up, yes?"

In this case, he tried to slow down and maximized his gentleness, still impatient though. He sighed deeply as he felt like he was guiding a child. In reply, Olive nodded at him uneasily. The light-pink fluffed up on her face as she watched Enoch slowly unbuttoned the sleeve of his shirt. Then, he pulled it up, displaying his pale but strong arm.

Olive could imagine how he look like when he had his torso naked even she just saw his arm only.

Oh..I'm the most dirty-minded girl in the world!

She blamed herself sourly in her thoughts, quite sure at the moment that she had her face as red as her hair.

To get rid of the strange situation, Olive cleared her throat and settled herself to brief the game to Enoch, who was looking at her with boredom.

"Um... the game is fun and easy. Once upon a time, there were three turtles."

She began to draw on the end of Enoch's wrist with the pen in her grip. Paying all of his attentions on his hand, he felt her plastic glove rubbing against his skin. Much to his disappointment, he was not happy that it wasn't the texture of skin that he touched. He hated the plastic feeling...

Damn! What the heck am I thinking...

Almost angered himself, his thoughts traveled all around his head that he couldn't escape from them. He scratched his hair with frustration using his spare hand, but only snapped by Olive.