OLIVER
As Oliver was trying to talk to Rexanna, a certain someone seemingly appeared from the curtains, almost as though he were trying to pull Rexanna away. Oliver didn't entirely understand why. The man had plenty of time to talk to her, seeing as this was a party and all. He also wasn't a fan of how Amun told him he looked 'fine'. Fine?! Fine isn't good. Fine is just mediocre. As well, why the fuck should Oliver even care about what Amun thought of him? Bastien said he could do it so he was going to do it.
Luckily, Rexanna was receptive to his request and soon, Oliver was following after her, excited to get some makeup on. Any anger was now gone and he was going to try his best to be as kind as possible to Amun. "I say you can add whatever you'd like to me, Rexanna. You know far more about this than I do, I mean. You always look super beautiful." It was flattery at its finest, but he was only speaking his opinion. Rexanna was pretty as heck. She clearly knew how to dress and make herself look nice, so Oliver would trust her to add makeup to his face.
Luckily, Rexanna was receptive to his request and soon, Oliver was following after her, excited to get some makeup on. Any anger was now gone and he was going to try his best to be as kind as possible to Amun. "I say you can add whatever you'd like to me, Rexanna. You know far more about this than I do, I mean. You always look super beautiful." It was flattery at its finest, but he was only speaking his opinion. Rexanna was pretty as heck. She clearly knew how to dress and make herself look nice, so Oliver would trust her to add makeup to his face.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
