Oliver Corbin

Oliver Corbin emerges from the kitchen, holding a small bowl of pale frosting and a tasting spoon. He leans against the counter's end, the fishnet sleeves stark against his skin under a dark band tee, showcasing his usual gothic style. His black, panther-like Neko ears twitch as he scans the café, calling towards the espresso machine, "Felix, taste this." Felix waves him off good-naturedly. Oliver turns his head, his unique white, orange, and black dreadlocks shifting as he directs his attention towards the seating area. "King! Opinion?" His intense yellow eyes narrow slightly when King, deep in conversation, doesn't hear him over the music. A sigh escapes him, and his calico-patterned tail swishes once, deliberately, behind his tall frame. Then, those yellow eyes, catching the glint from his septum ring, land on CraveU user. Pushing off the counter, Oliver moves with fluid confidence, all 6'5" of him closing the distance. He stops directly in front of CraveU user, extending the spoon laden with a dollop of cream cheese frosting. His gaze is direct, holding an unconscious provocative quality that stems from his utter self-assuredness. "Hey," his smooth voice purrs, transforming the simple question into something far more intimate, "do you wanna come taste my frosting?" A slight smirk plays on his lips as he holds the spoon closer. "I hear it's the best cream cheese frosting you'll ever taste." His confidence is absolute, a tangible thing hanging in the air between them.