Though he was more than a little embarrassed at his sister seeing him like that, the adrenaline that continued to pump through his veins made that feeling seem completely insignificant. A disbelieving grin remained plastered on his lips as the nervous energy crackling within him moved him quickly into his bedroom, a million different thoughts racing through his mind as he changed into a fresh set of clothes. He'd had a taste of what the ring could do and he agonized over the fact that he couldn't spend more time exploring its possibilities - but he did always have fun taking care of his nephews, so it was with only a somewhat resigned sigh that he stepped out of his room and strode down the hall to meet them.
"Uncle Ollie!" Connor and Jackson cried out in unison when the man stepped into the living room. Oliver grinned and lowered himself to one knee as they rushed at him, the twin boys throwing themselves into the man's arms with such force that they nearly knocked him over.
"Ooof!" Oliver chuckled. "You guys are getting strong! I bet you could pull me down if you tried really hard."
Never one to turn down a challenge, the boys each grabbed one of Oliver's biceps and pulled with all the might their little five-year-old bodies could muster. Oliver played along for a moment, nearly letting himself be dragged all the way to the carpet - before ROARING and pushing himself to his feet, the surprised boys squealing and laughing as they suddenly found themselves dangling from their uncle's arms.
"Okay, okay." Oliver sat back on the couch when his muscles started burning too much for him to bear, wrapping his aching arms around the boys when they cuddled up on either side of him. "Your mom take off already?"
"Uh huh," Connor chirped. He giggled mischievously. "She said she found you in your undies."
"You're not supposta walk around in your undies if you're big," Jackson chimed in, his laughter matching his brother's. "That's what little kids do."
Oliver chuckled along with the boys for a moment before he went silent with sudden inspiration. His eyes drifted over to the care package in which he had hastily tossed the tiny undies he had just stripped off of himself, the colorful briefs representing but one of the pathways to a younger age contained within the box. He bit his lip as temptation swelled within him. It's not as though I'd be doing anything inappropriate, he reasoned, and it's not like anybody would believe them if they told.
He made up his mind.
"Hey." Oliver lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You guys wanna see a magic trick?"
"Yeah!" They shouted in unison.
"All right then!" The man stood from the couch and strode over to the box, taking on the affectations of a flamboyant stage magician. "Watch in amazement as the Great Olivini turns himself into a..."