**OLIVIA-MAE POV**
"Oh, you can talk too." He sounded very uninterested. "No matter, My name is Stewie." He extended his hand.
"I'm Olivia-Mae." I said whilst grasping his hand and shaking it.
"It's very intriguing to me to have discovered another baby who can hold a, presumably, intellectual conversation." I gathered from his sentence, that he may not believe I'm intelligible. "Usually, the more visually appealing are very," he paused, as if he is trying to find the correct word.
"Stuck in the mists of a lexical gap?" I said, mocking him slightly.
"Hm, maybe you do have intuitive properties." He chuckled to himself.
"Well, of course, I'm not some dim-witted child. I'm very cohesive with the world around me." I yelled, kind of offended.
"Hm, you're quite the fiesty one, aren't you?" He laughed. I could sense he had a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You're an annoying one, now aren't you?" I said mocking him.
"That was mean." He said.
"It wasn't suppose to be nice." I said with an attitude. "And you started it." I crossed my arms and looked away. I peeked toward him and he looked very somber, like a dark cloud just surrounded him, suffocating him. I started to feel bad, I walked closer to him. "Okay, I apologize. It was very rude of me to call you annoying." I said.
He looked up, and smiled. The dark cloud quickly dissipated. "That was a test." I said. "I wanted to see how quickly you'd apologize to me, and if it would be formal or informal." He snickered. "You apologized in 5.34 seconds, and it was quite proper, you also accessed the mistake you had made." He smirked. He looked like he just found out the ideology of sympathetic women. "Out of all the women I have given this test to, you had the most formal. I studied the way Lois apologizes to people she shares mutual camaraderie with and the result were," He dug in a bin filled with paper work, frantically searching for a specific essay. "Ah, found it. She apologize in such a way where, and I believe most of her associate do this as well, she will say 'sorry' but will also add a hint of 'its your fault' in her sympathies. For example, she will say, 'I'm sorry you took it that way.' Which fascinates me, that vile women will never take fault for her actions."
I looked at him strangely. "You do research papers?" I asked.
"Yes, On just about every topic." He said. I thought this was very interesting, and asked to show me more. He showed me some on ranging from simple body languages all the way to world domination and strategies that go along with it. I hate to say it, but I enjoyed speaking with him on these controversial topics. We spoke about it all the up until the day was over. The door bell rang and we both knew I had to leave.
"I really enjoyed sharing my idea with you." Stewie stated, as if he didn't want me to leave yet. I didn't want to leave yet either, but I'm positive we will see each other again. The door opened and (Y/N) picked me up, and left.
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Quagmire x Reader x Bryan
FanfictionA 25 year old girl and her little sister move into a house across the street from these very odd neighbors. She meets her neighbors, they are very kind to her and visits them quite frequently. They all like her very much, especially their dog. One d...
