Okay. So Oliver knew way less than he liked, but he did know a good sign when he saw one. He was a bit zoned out, though, and hardly even noticed the arrival of the first person. With wide eyes, he looked up at the man before him, only snapping out of his daze due to the sound of the other's voice. He had hardly even noticed how cold he was until a blanket was held out in front of him. Without even questioning it, he accepted the blanket and wrapped it around his upper body tightly, savoring the warmth.
Wait. A blanket....that came from nowhere? Was he seeing things? This guy before him could also be an...illusion? Was that the word he wanted to use? Maybe he was dead or something. That'd explain him arriving somewhere strange and a blanket appearing from nowhere.
Things only got more confusion when another guest arrived. Oliver didn't even know their names and here they were, offering him up exactly what he didn't even know his body craved. Warmth. Not so gracefully, the accepted the offer of the furs by gently taking them and placing them on his legs. It was overwhelming, to say the least. He didn't even know which man to look at, leading to him look between the two, never resting on one for long.
That's right, he still hadn't spoken yet. Oliver seemed to be at a loss for words, not even speaking since he had somehow appeared in this place. What place even was he? Why was he so cold? Who were these men and why were they being so generous? The overwhelming thoughts running through his head must've been clear as he was making faces. His eyebrows moved and he scrunched his nose in thought.
As his fingers ran through the fur resting on his legs, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry....where am I?" Not all his questions would be answered at once and as much as he wanted to know their names or why they chose to help him, he had far more pressing matters. "I don't remember how I got here...or why I'm on the ground. What's going on?"
It was a mouthful of words, most likely too many. He wanted answers...and he wanted to get out of the cold. The blanket and furs were helping but man was his ass freezing.
Wait. A blanket....that came from nowhere? Was he seeing things? This guy before him could also be an...illusion? Was that the word he wanted to use? Maybe he was dead or something. That'd explain him arriving somewhere strange and a blanket appearing from nowhere.
Things only got more confusion when another guest arrived. Oliver didn't even know their names and here they were, offering him up exactly what he didn't even know his body craved. Warmth. Not so gracefully, the accepted the offer of the furs by gently taking them and placing them on his legs. It was overwhelming, to say the least. He didn't even know which man to look at, leading to him look between the two, never resting on one for long.
That's right, he still hadn't spoken yet. Oliver seemed to be at a loss for words, not even speaking since he had somehow appeared in this place. What place even was he? Why was he so cold? Who were these men and why were they being so generous? The overwhelming thoughts running through his head must've been clear as he was making faces. His eyebrows moved and he scrunched his nose in thought.
As his fingers ran through the fur resting on his legs, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry....where am I?" Not all his questions would be answered at once and as much as he wanted to know their names or why they chose to help him, he had far more pressing matters. "I don't remember how I got here...or why I'm on the ground. What's going on?"
It was a mouthful of words, most likely too many. He wanted answers...and he wanted to get out of the cold. The blanket and furs were helping but man was his ass freezing.
