OLIVER
Their conversation went on and Oliver did take notice of the little reactions that Aisha made to the information given. It would help him to better understand her and hopefully allow him to know how much information she was able to grasp.
Eventually, that's why he chose to end things off. She seemed more than eager to finish things and with that, Oliver started the trek up the stairs. Making sure that she was following, Oliver would stop at a door a few feet away from the steps. Patting the door, he turned to look back at her. "This is where a lot of the old clothes are stored. Feel free to go through here later and pick out some things for you. If you don't see anything you like, leave me a note and I'll get it from the market. Just tell me your size and styles you'd like." With a nod Oliver started to walk more. They would pass by a few more doors and once more he'd pause. Tapping on another door, he'd speak up loud enough for her to hear. "This is my room, if you need anything knock and hopefully I'll be here." And once more, he was off, continuing to walk.
Finally, he stop and turn around. Opening up the door he'd step back so she could enter. "This'll be your room." The room inside was quite simple and clearly, she'd have lots of room to personalize. There was a desk and a chair, a bed, a dresser, and a water basin. As well, there was a window and a painting on the wall. The painting was something Oliver added to as many rooms as he could once Loren had left, choosing to add a splash of color to the room for when someone new would hopefully arrive. It would make it seem more welcoming. The room wasn't much, but it was something.
"Feel free to explore, just avoid going into anyone's room." And with that, he finally was able to take a breath. "Any final questions?"
Eventually, that's why he chose to end things off. She seemed more than eager to finish things and with that, Oliver started the trek up the stairs. Making sure that she was following, Oliver would stop at a door a few feet away from the steps. Patting the door, he turned to look back at her. "This is where a lot of the old clothes are stored. Feel free to go through here later and pick out some things for you. If you don't see anything you like, leave me a note and I'll get it from the market. Just tell me your size and styles you'd like." With a nod Oliver started to walk more. They would pass by a few more doors and once more he'd pause. Tapping on another door, he'd speak up loud enough for her to hear. "This is my room, if you need anything knock and hopefully I'll be here." And once more, he was off, continuing to walk.
Finally, he stop and turn around. Opening up the door he'd step back so she could enter. "This'll be your room." The room inside was quite simple and clearly, she'd have lots of room to personalize. There was a desk and a chair, a bed, a dresser, and a water basin. As well, there was a window and a painting on the wall. The painting was something Oliver added to as many rooms as he could once Loren had left, choosing to add a splash of color to the room for when someone new would hopefully arrive. It would make it seem more welcoming. The room wasn't much, but it was something.
"Feel free to explore, just avoid going into anyone's room." And with that, he finally was able to take a breath. "Any final questions?"
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
