I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL IF ONLY YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE

Oliver was pretty sure that Dante had only gotten them that popsicle so he'd stop complaining about the heat. He had been whining, granted it wasn't all too bad as what it could be later on, but he had been running and doing errands all day while Dante got to stay in the nice school buildings that had air conditioning. In the brunette's opinion, that wasn't fair. Of course, the other would reply with how life wasn't fair, but Oliver had also pointed out that it was okay to have a popsicle. He wanted a popsicle. It was the bestest thing you can have in summer! And so, here they were in the shopping district. The seven year old had eagerly picked out the popsicle, the ones that you can break in two, and nabbed the strawberry one. He didn't want the blue raspberry when you could have strawberry. Anyone who thought strawberries sucked were terribly stupid and dumb! After that, and a little shopping or another for things they needed, they were out and about.

Originally, Oliver would stick to Dante like glue. It was a usual sight that Oliver would follow Dante like he was some mother duck and he the duckling. Truth be told, Oliver would follow Dante just about anywhere even if he said otherwise. He held his half of the popsicle in one hand, tongue flicking out to lap at the frozen fruit juice and then at his fingers sometimes when the juice melted down enough to coat them. He'd have to wash his hands later or he'd get sticky fingers! At first Dante had parked himself in front of a window sill, eyes watching the TV screen that displayed what appeared to be some TV show or another. Oliver blinked, eyes staring widely at the moving images of animated people, but the show quickly lost his attention. Instead the brunette wandered off, leaving Dante's side to explore the shops nearby.

His mommy called this window shopping because you were just looking at the things you could buy through the windows. Oliver didn't quite understand it at the time. After all, if you were window shopping, shouldn't you be shopping for windows or something? There wasn't really anything that interested outside of the bakery's display of cakes and sweets. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Avert your eyes, Oliver. There was no way Dante was going to get him cake too! He already got a popsicle and that was enough from Dante's wallet. Of course, Oliver would like to point out that there was emergency funds in his penguin stuffy, but Dante wouldn't be all too pleased about where the money came from to begin with. O o p s.

Oliver whined when more of the popsicle started to melt, sticky sweet juice covered his fingers and the brunette figured, oh to hell with it, and chopped the rest of the frozen treat off the stick before tossing it into the trash. All done a- cold, cold, cold. Oliver squeezed his eyes shut, the popsicle melting in his mouth before he breathed. All done! He shook his hand to get rid of the excess juice, but really, it was kind of too late. "Aawwww..." The first grader wiggled his fingers again, feeling the sugar stick to his skin. Oh gosh golly. He'll just have to wash his hands in the fountain or something! There was a sigh and then his eyes caught onto the box. Oh. A box! And he tottered on over to it.

It was a little later that he heard his name being called. Oliver looked from where he was crouched and cooing at a small itty bitty scrap of fur. "DANTE!" The brunette called and waved, waiting for the other to come over and completely refusing any other possible order of having to come to Dante. Well, Dante should have figured by now that if there was a box and Oliver refused to leave said box, then it was kind of obvious what that meant. So he waited until the other child was there by him before speaking again. "Sticky fingers." He wiggled his fingers just for added emphasis. Back to the point though. "Kitten!" Oliver then pointed at the small black and white kitten in the box. And the rest was the normal routine because anyone who knew Oliver would know what he was going to say next. "Can we keep it?" He smiled sweetly up at the older child. "Pppllllleeeeeeaaaaasssseeeeee?" He would take very good care of it!

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