♦||  After a quite exhaustive afternoon Oz finally had some time to rest. He watched the sunset from the window. Looking close, there was someone coming from the gardens. Could this person be looking for him? Hm. Not so usual but a possibility.

Oswald isn't quite sure what set him off. There was something about that man that just got to him. Jack Vessalius. A flighty creature all done up in golden and emerald hues. The raven couldn't take it anymore. He spun around quickly in the dimly light hallway, the blonde too lost in his own ramblings to notice. He pressed his lips firmly against the other's effectively silencing whatever he had been speaking about (Oswald in all honesty had stopped paying attention to his words and switched his focus to his lips long earlier.) A hand of his snaked around the man's neck and long, slender fingers slipped into the base of his long plait. How nice it felt to be so wrapped up in the sunshine that was the youngest Vessalius boy. How right it felt to keep him pinned against the wall in the otherwise abandoned hallway. And how much Oswald wished he could keep him like this forever.   

O-Okay!  I'll make sure to bother you more often!  Hehehe...!

T-That's mostly what I expect out of it!  Even if it were to be mutual, the most it would be is him using her as a replacement for Lacie (something that she will never be good enough to fully do so he'd probably just get frustrated).  W-We could do that though!  I'd be happy with it!

Glen pinches the wicks of the candles by the windowsill and draws the curtains. He stands in the dark, eyes closed.

He may be under the impression that staring at Jack until his scrutiny is discovered is an acceptable way of getting Jack's attention. 

Surely he isn’t in the habit of leaving trails of nonsensical words over the desk. 

"What are you doing here?"