OLIVER
The man let out a sigh and struggled to look at Phoebe in the eye, obviously embarrassed that he was being chastised. She did have a point. He started to agree with her as she explained things to him, pointing out that he was being stubborn and a bit rude about this whole thing. As much as Oliver felt like he was being treated unfairly by the gods, he had to try and agree with her. Having such a negative view and being all bratty wasn't going to help him to feel any better.
Letting out a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, now thoroughly embarrassed not only for how immature he had behaved but also that Abasi had been witness to all of it. "Sorry...I guess you have a point." She absolutely did have a major point. "Do I just...keep praying? Leaving offerings? Reading more about them?" Oliver obviously cared a lot about how the gods viewed him and wanted to learn how to better himself. If he had to expect no response for years then so be it. "I know these gods are real...I've heard the great things that they can do, so I want to show them my appreciation...and maybe I shouldn't have expected a response so quickly, especially when my demands aren't nearly as important as some others." Oliver winced as he spoke, clearly still extremely embarrassed. He was trying his best to understand how to be better, and to not anger the gods any further.
His knowledge of the gods was absolutely limited, this was proven when Phoebe went on to explain Frey and what they had done. The blush on Oliver's face darkened to a nice, very obvious red. The look on his face was one of interest but also 'wait what'. Do you just...get fucked by a god? That looks exactly like your dreams of a perfect person? Oliver was absolutely intrigued and it'd be a lie if he said he didn't want to meet Frey, but of course, Phoebe also pointed out how long the process was for her. As wonderful as meeting a really sexy god was, Oliver had already accepted that it wasn't going to happen to him any time soon....and he was okay with that.
Stammering and still blushing, Oliver tried his best to formulate a logical response. "Well...I'm glad the gods have done great things...and that Frey represents these kinds of things?" He was mostly referring to consent, but it'd be a lie if he also wasn't still super interested in sex god.
"Would the gods mind if I did leave offerings? Despite, you know...me being kind of a dick?" It was kind of Oliver's way of trying to apologize. He felt bad, like a teacher had just scolded him for passing around notes with his friend. Oliver didn't want to lose the budding relationship with Phoebe. She had been so kind to him.
Also he really wanted to pet Pim and he couldn't do that if Phoebe hated him.
Letting out a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, now thoroughly embarrassed not only for how immature he had behaved but also that Abasi had been witness to all of it. "Sorry...I guess you have a point." She absolutely did have a major point. "Do I just...keep praying? Leaving offerings? Reading more about them?" Oliver obviously cared a lot about how the gods viewed him and wanted to learn how to better himself. If he had to expect no response for years then so be it. "I know these gods are real...I've heard the great things that they can do, so I want to show them my appreciation...and maybe I shouldn't have expected a response so quickly, especially when my demands aren't nearly as important as some others." Oliver winced as he spoke, clearly still extremely embarrassed. He was trying his best to understand how to be better, and to not anger the gods any further.
His knowledge of the gods was absolutely limited, this was proven when Phoebe went on to explain Frey and what they had done. The blush on Oliver's face darkened to a nice, very obvious red. The look on his face was one of interest but also 'wait what'. Do you just...get fucked by a god? That looks exactly like your dreams of a perfect person? Oliver was absolutely intrigued and it'd be a lie if he said he didn't want to meet Frey, but of course, Phoebe also pointed out how long the process was for her. As wonderful as meeting a really sexy god was, Oliver had already accepted that it wasn't going to happen to him any time soon....and he was okay with that.
Stammering and still blushing, Oliver tried his best to formulate a logical response. "Well...I'm glad the gods have done great things...and that Frey represents these kinds of things?" He was mostly referring to consent, but it'd be a lie if he also wasn't still super interested in sex god.
"Would the gods mind if I did leave offerings? Despite, you know...me being kind of a dick?" It was kind of Oliver's way of trying to apologize. He felt bad, like a teacher had just scolded him for passing around notes with his friend. Oliver didn't want to lose the budding relationship with Phoebe. She had been so kind to him.
Also he really wanted to pet Pim and he couldn't do that if Phoebe hated him.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
