OLIVER
In reality, Oliver may be a bit too gratuitous, but he didn't realize it at this point in time. He was too busy being happy with his new living situation. He was a bit overwhelmed, leading to a bit of a mess of emotions. Hopefully he would be able to calm down a bit, as unfortunately, he couldn't tell that Loren wasn't exactly feeling too happy with his excitement.
It didn't sound too great, what the monsters did. Oliver wasn't sure if he preferred the idea of dying fast and immediate by a monster, or having at least a body left behind. It was a morbid thought, for sure, and it scared him. It sounded like once a monster appeared, there was absolutely nothing that could be done to save anyone. As someone without any abilities, it scared him. Hopefully he'd be able to do something to further protect himself, minus hiding away in the Temple.
Luck was on his side, as Loren was able to helpfully identify every single one of his tattoos. Oliver ran a thumb along his compass tattoo and frowned a bit. Hearing the names did spark back some memories, but absolutely none surrounding the compass. It was troublesome and he couldn't place why he got it. However, hearing the word 'hummingbird' quickly helped him to remember why he got it, and it would lead to him partially remembering why he got the rose.
A small smile crossed his lips as he looked at Loren, explaining what came to mind. "Yeah...the hummingbird was one of my favorite birds. I loved it. I was so fascinated by them. I had a little toy hummingbird, I think....I always wanted to see a real one, in person. I got one as a tattoo because, well, they were just so beautiful." It's too bad he has no memories of ever seeing a real live hummingbird in his life. "And the rose...I think it was my favorite flower...for some reason I also think it might've been my mother's favorite? I don't know. I remember there would often be a pot of them, yeah." Oliver nodded as he confirmed the memories, mostly for himself, but also so Loren could hear what he was able to think about.
"Thank you for, well, helping me to decipher them...I cant remember why I got the compass, but maybe that'll come to me eventually." Oliver did have to force a smile at the last bit, unhappy that he was almost completely cold. Grabbing his sweater, he slipped it back on.
Oliver wanted to ask about the clothes or the book, but then he remembered Loren was awfully busy. He seemed extremely stressed and though Oliver wanted to help, Loren had said there wasn't much that he could do.
"Is there anything you want me to help you with? I could maybe help you cook? Or I don't know...anything?" Maybe he could go visit some of the other residents? If they were there, that is...
It didn't sound too great, what the monsters did. Oliver wasn't sure if he preferred the idea of dying fast and immediate by a monster, or having at least a body left behind. It was a morbid thought, for sure, and it scared him. It sounded like once a monster appeared, there was absolutely nothing that could be done to save anyone. As someone without any abilities, it scared him. Hopefully he'd be able to do something to further protect himself, minus hiding away in the Temple.
Luck was on his side, as Loren was able to helpfully identify every single one of his tattoos. Oliver ran a thumb along his compass tattoo and frowned a bit. Hearing the names did spark back some memories, but absolutely none surrounding the compass. It was troublesome and he couldn't place why he got it. However, hearing the word 'hummingbird' quickly helped him to remember why he got it, and it would lead to him partially remembering why he got the rose.
A small smile crossed his lips as he looked at Loren, explaining what came to mind. "Yeah...the hummingbird was one of my favorite birds. I loved it. I was so fascinated by them. I had a little toy hummingbird, I think....I always wanted to see a real one, in person. I got one as a tattoo because, well, they were just so beautiful." It's too bad he has no memories of ever seeing a real live hummingbird in his life. "And the rose...I think it was my favorite flower...for some reason I also think it might've been my mother's favorite? I don't know. I remember there would often be a pot of them, yeah." Oliver nodded as he confirmed the memories, mostly for himself, but also so Loren could hear what he was able to think about.
"Thank you for, well, helping me to decipher them...I cant remember why I got the compass, but maybe that'll come to me eventually." Oliver did have to force a smile at the last bit, unhappy that he was almost completely cold. Grabbing his sweater, he slipped it back on.
Oliver wanted to ask about the clothes or the book, but then he remembered Loren was awfully busy. He seemed extremely stressed and though Oliver wanted to help, Loren had said there wasn't much that he could do.
"Is there anything you want me to help you with? I could maybe help you cook? Or I don't know...anything?" Maybe he could go visit some of the other residents? If they were there, that is...
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