"I had a feeling this was the case!" Wester hurriedly chimed in.
Oliver gave him a disdainful glance, "Have you no shame? You can't even be a competent lackey!"
Then, the three men took their respective places, and six eyes uniformly fixated on Kevin Cliff, who was leisurely wiping sweat and drinking water.
Exhausted, Kevin Cliff was lying on the grass looking up at the sky of New York and let out a word that almost made the three of them choke, "Beautiful!"
"Does that mean you're in a great mood today?" Oliver asked.
Gagging, "Oliver, can you not act like such a little girl? Have you become effeminate from hanging out with women too much? Beautiful indeed, disgusting!"
"It's not being effeminate, it's being cute!" Oliver protested seriously.
Grant Greenwood and Wester unanimously believed that this guy must've recently hooked up with a girl who has a youthful heart. All this 'cute' stuff — they didn't want to waste their goosebumps!
