You make my heart shake bend and break
Oliver looks like absolute fucking shit.
And that's putting it lightly.
Lets just say... he looks like he got run over by a bunch of trucks carrying fertilizer, cement, watermelons, and... yeah, you get the point.
His clothes are... clean enough. He changed them two days ago. His hair... well, this is the first time anyone will ever see him with his roots showing that much. His hair is caked with mud, sweaty, and all-around a mess. The color of brown is an inch at least in some parts.
The rest of his body is seemingly the same. It's obvious he hardly drinks or eats anything anymore nor has he slept enough judging by the bags under his eyes.
His arrival is rather quiet but he soon finds himself plopping down a seat close to Wessex. "Blueberry?" He asks, holding out a handful of buttons that weren't even blue.
And that's putting it lightly.
Lets just say... he looks like he got run over by a bunch of trucks carrying fertilizer, cement, watermelons, and... yeah, you get the point.
His clothes are... clean enough. He changed them two days ago. His hair... well, this is the first time anyone will ever see him with his roots showing that much. His hair is caked with mud, sweaty, and all-around a mess. The color of brown is an inch at least in some parts.
The rest of his body is seemingly the same. It's obvious he hardly drinks or eats anything anymore nor has he slept enough judging by the bags under his eyes.
His arrival is rather quiet but he soon finds himself plopping down a seat close to Wessex. "Blueberry?" He asks, holding out a handful of buttons that weren't even blue.
OLIVER
