Apparently, being absolutely dumbfounded didn't always equate to simply being speechless.
But at the same time, not being speechless didn't particularly translate to being eloquent enough to explain the odd sounds coming out of his mouth.
Yeah.
Oliver Astrea Mylor, the very much not-single young man who had just mingled his way into receiving a once-in-a-lifetime proposal, was currently responding in squeaks.
Uh-huh. Literal squeaks.
"K-Ky—squeak!"
Ollie's eyes went wide.
He paused, swallowed hard, and tried to force his brain to send a real word to his tongue.
"I mean—squeak!"
He was trying.
He really was.
But for some reason, the words he wanted to say refused to come out. Instead, all that escaped him were high-pitched sounds that made him sound like a panicked hamster.
Both of them were caught off guard the first time it happened, but as Ollie tried to respond again, he only ended up with another high-pitched squeak and flailing arms in his panic.
"!!!"
