Oswald

Fiddle puffed up her cheeks when Oswald tried to wipe her dinner off her face, shaking her head out of the way. She would have run but Oswald was gripping her by the wrists tightly. By now he was very used to her trying to escape him. He sighed "Fiddle, you have to calm down. You need to be cleaned up so you can look like a lady. You're very pretty when you're all clean and groomed."

Fiddle huffed, settling once Oswald stopped wiping at her face. She shook her head in protest. She was pretty whether she was clean or not and Oswald knew it. Oswald got out a green dress from her closet, sighing softly. "Fiddle, are you going to fight me again?" the girl cringed at the sight of the dress, starting to run for the door before Oswald grabbed her and yanked her back "You will wear a dress, young lady." Fiddle pouted but allowed Oswald to undress her. 

This wasn't anything unusual, Oswald having seen her naked countless times. As well as Lewis. It wasn't sexual for him with Fiddle...With Lewis...He had to admit it was a bit harder to hold back. Luckily for Oswald Lewis started taking care of himself rather quickly. He took to regular close and cleaning much better than Fiddle ever would. So Oswald didn't have to deal with the pent up feelings he got when looking at Lewis' naked body anymore, not he just had to deal with the frustration of knowing Fiddle would never do what he wanted.

In reality, she and Lewis had always been rather childish...They didn't know what they were doing or how to handle most situations, and that's what Oswald was there for, to help them realize how everything they did was going to turn out perfectly fine for them.

Fiddle, he felt, had the potential to be a lovely young woman with a fantastic future; she was smart and rather funny as well as incredibly pretty. He hoped she could just stop being so stubborn.