However...?
Olive looked irritated.
"It's just food. You are acting as if your world is coming to an end. Let go of my legs, dammit, before I break your remaining bones!" He shook his leg to shake him off.
But Valentine was holding tightly to his leg. He raised his head and looked at him with pitiful eyes. "How horrible of you, Olive. Abandoning your friend at such a hard time because of a sentence! Don't you think that is too heartless, hmm?"
Olive clutched his chest. He was resisting the urge to grab Valentine and snap his neck, but unwilling to, he did the opposite. He plastered a soft, fake smile on his face.
"Fine! I'll feed you. It's my fault that you are disabled at the moment, after all."
In an instant, Valentine's eyes lit up. "R-really?"
"Yes, now please, let go of my legs, otherwise, I will crush your bones," Olive replied.