Olivia has had it. Even after coming out of her shell, Inko just HAD to push her back into her bullshit. Was it something he said? Something he did? Either way, Olivia decided to vent the only way she knew how. 

 

The Canvas was filled with absolute hatred for the human, for the world, for everyone. It all lead to a ruined canvas with a mess of colors. That only pissed the gator off more, tearing the canvas apart and spilling her paints all over the place. 

 

Olivia turned her attention to all the paintings she's done over the past year. Every little fucking tear at her patience. And then, she comes to the one. That self-absorbed fucking skinnie looking her back in the eyes with that smug fucking smile. It just tore at her. So she tore at it in return before finally tiring herself out. 

 

Olivia had only just noticed the utter destruction she had caused. She's ruined everything, and it's all HIS fault! That's what she told herself. Olivia was already bawling her eyes out. 

 

A couple years would pass, and Olivia was rolling through Skin Row. Only place she could afford to live in at this point. She never really got over Inko, and she couldn't really hold any connections with people… save for Damien, and even that was strained. Every day, it roll out of bed, get into the chair, and roll out to a shitty retail job. 

 

Olivia kept getting glances from a nondescript human, and she tried to ignore him each time he managed to show up there. Eventually, she couldn't do it anymore and she simply confronted him. Not Inko. Some guy named 'Ay-non' or whatever. Fucking asshole. Fuck him and his stupid fucking sweater-