OLIVER
Grief? Loren has always been that way. Either he constantly lost someone or he had just lost someone before Oliver had arrived. Still, Oliver would remain respectful and polite, trying to understand that maybe Loren handles his emotions differently. ”Yeah, I know. I guess I just wanna make him happy? I don’t know. I’ll make sure to give him time and space. Someday, I’ll wow him and you with my cooking.” There is a smile thrown towards Harper, bringing him to the topic of cooking for the other man. Oliver wasn’t a fancy chef, but he wanted to wow him. He wanted to show Harper he could do something great and to see him smile again.
”I mean, I’d be cooking for myself too. If Loren wants some, he can too, but it’d be fun to show you some stuff that I grew up with. Or as close to it as I can get. I think it’ll be fun. Maybe I could invite over a friend and his wife, if you’d like? They’re super nice.” A giant kitchen was absolutely fantastic so hopefully the two of them would be able to enjoy themselves. A little baby feast, seeing as apparently Harper didn’t want Oliver to spoil him.
To hear Harper’s opinion on Jigano was shocking. The man always seemed so kind, so what had Jigano done to make him so angry? ”Yeah... people just... let a bad experience really get to them. I wouldn’t tell others to fully avoid a god, that’d only make the god hate you even more.” What was the point in being so rude to others? Jigano was sweet as can be at times, but Oliver had also seen another side of the man. It was conflicting and all he could do was continue to be nice to his fellow hybrid.
The topic of Frey is a harsh one and Oliver isn’t sure if he should be fully honest or not. ”I’m...not hurt in the normal sense, no. I’m not in pain and I still feel normal....or almost normal.” His face slowly darkens to a deep red color. ”They....changed me. For good....I’m pretty sure.” It hurt to say and Oliver wasn’t sure what to even say next. Does he just say that he has a wooden dick? Does Harper even wanna hear all the intense details about his dick? Maybe he can just say that he will never be able to have sex again. Or something? Gods. This is hard.
Being an animal almost makes things better. Almost. All he can do is force himself to be happy and positive. Spreading his wings, Oliver tried so show off his colors before nodding to Harper. To show his pecking skills, Oliver gently pecks at Harper’s leg before hopping away. Now to pull out the big guns.
The bird before Harper would soon shift into a fox with absolutely massive ears. One who would take a couple of steps closer to Harper, tilting his head and waiting for a response.
”I mean, I’d be cooking for myself too. If Loren wants some, he can too, but it’d be fun to show you some stuff that I grew up with. Or as close to it as I can get. I think it’ll be fun. Maybe I could invite over a friend and his wife, if you’d like? They’re super nice.” A giant kitchen was absolutely fantastic so hopefully the two of them would be able to enjoy themselves. A little baby feast, seeing as apparently Harper didn’t want Oliver to spoil him.
To hear Harper’s opinion on Jigano was shocking. The man always seemed so kind, so what had Jigano done to make him so angry? ”Yeah... people just... let a bad experience really get to them. I wouldn’t tell others to fully avoid a god, that’d only make the god hate you even more.” What was the point in being so rude to others? Jigano was sweet as can be at times, but Oliver had also seen another side of the man. It was conflicting and all he could do was continue to be nice to his fellow hybrid.
The topic of Frey is a harsh one and Oliver isn’t sure if he should be fully honest or not. ”I’m...not hurt in the normal sense, no. I’m not in pain and I still feel normal....or almost normal.” His face slowly darkens to a deep red color. ”They....changed me. For good....I’m pretty sure.” It hurt to say and Oliver wasn’t sure what to even say next. Does he just say that he has a wooden dick? Does Harper even wanna hear all the intense details about his dick? Maybe he can just say that he will never be able to have sex again. Or something? Gods. This is hard.
Being an animal almost makes things better. Almost. All he can do is force himself to be happy and positive. Spreading his wings, Oliver tried so show off his colors before nodding to Harper. To show his pecking skills, Oliver gently pecks at Harper’s leg before hopping away. Now to pull out the big guns.
The bird before Harper would soon shift into a fox with absolutely massive ears. One who would take a couple of steps closer to Harper, tilting his head and waiting for a response.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
