OLIVER
Wiggling his feet, Oliver's eyes widened. "Shoe-sies? I have on shoesies! See? They have heels and they sparkle!" Yep, those dirty socks are totally sparkling shoes with heels.
Yes! The stuff! "Hnnng... that's sad.... cant you just uh... use magic? I can magic you something? Or you can do your thingy! The thingy where you become like me." Waving his hand in the air, Oliver assumed that Amun knew exactly what he was talking about.
Amun? A weasel?! Oh! Oh of course. Frowning, Oliver tried to hide his wrists. "No! Now you don't get any blood." Amun just had to misunderstand him. "You were biting and then someone bit my other wrist! And it was absolutely a weasel!" That's when he finally displayed both wrists who obviously had bite marks.
Then an idea dawned on him. "Wait- wait wait! I have an idea!" Stumbling away, Oliver began to shuffle through a crate. "I have cookies! I know I do!" And that's when he pulled out a delicious plate of cookies, perfectly baked and wafting with a gorgeous scent. Carrying it over gingerly, if someone was smart they'd realize it was just some paper he often used to draw up plans for weapons.
"Okay... you may bite ONE MORE TIME while I eat some of these cookies." And then Oliver totally thought he was holding out his wrists. Instead, he was simply using both hands to hold onto the paper. Taking up one piece, he brought it up to his mouth and placed his mouth down on it before trying to tear off a piece.
Yes! The stuff! "Hnnng... that's sad.... cant you just uh... use magic? I can magic you something? Or you can do your thingy! The thingy where you become like me." Waving his hand in the air, Oliver assumed that Amun knew exactly what he was talking about.
Amun? A weasel?! Oh! Oh of course. Frowning, Oliver tried to hide his wrists. "No! Now you don't get any blood." Amun just had to misunderstand him. "You were biting and then someone bit my other wrist! And it was absolutely a weasel!" That's when he finally displayed both wrists who obviously had bite marks.
Then an idea dawned on him. "Wait- wait wait! I have an idea!" Stumbling away, Oliver began to shuffle through a crate. "I have cookies! I know I do!" And that's when he pulled out a delicious plate of cookies, perfectly baked and wafting with a gorgeous scent. Carrying it over gingerly, if someone was smart they'd realize it was just some paper he often used to draw up plans for weapons.
"Okay... you may bite ONE MORE TIME while I eat some of these cookies." And then Oliver totally thought he was holding out his wrists. Instead, he was simply using both hands to hold onto the paper. Taking up one piece, he brought it up to his mouth and placed his mouth down on it before trying to tear off a piece.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
