OLIVER
The look in Oliver's eyes when he heard the familiar voice of Sunjata was priceless. It was a mixture of anger and happiness. The blonde was overjoyed that he could see his friend again, but extremely upset that Sunjata had waited until that fucking moment to tell him. Not once did Sunjata consider to come to him. Maybe he could've come when they first arrived or maybe he could have been there when Bastien came in all bloody and actually make sure that he didn't fucking die!
Taking a deep breath, Oliver tried to remember that maybe Sunjata was busy. Maybe he was spending time with his girlfriend or had more important friends. Also, Sunjata had mentioned trying to avoid someone, so for all Oliver knew he could've been hiding in a broom closet the entire time.
Still, even with those thoughts, Oliver couldn't shake the upset look on his face, nor the thoughts running through his head. He felt like shit. He was a piece of shit. He also wasn't in the mood for any toasting. What was he supposed to toast? Almost murdering someone?
"I'm glad you're here." His voice was quiet, and unlike his normal self around Jata, lacked any real enthusiasm or happiness. Taking a swig from the bottle, he set it down next to him opposite of Sunjata.
What was he going to say next. Just go oh yeah I almost killed someone. "How much longer do we have?" Even when LongNight ended, he'd still be guilty of almost killing Bastien.
Maybe he could distract himself by Sunjata telling him happy stories. "Anything good happen to you since we last spoke? Anything new?"
Taking a deep breath, Oliver tried to remember that maybe Sunjata was busy. Maybe he was spending time with his girlfriend or had more important friends. Also, Sunjata had mentioned trying to avoid someone, so for all Oliver knew he could've been hiding in a broom closet the entire time.
Still, even with those thoughts, Oliver couldn't shake the upset look on his face, nor the thoughts running through his head. He felt like shit. He was a piece of shit. He also wasn't in the mood for any toasting. What was he supposed to toast? Almost murdering someone?
"I'm glad you're here." His voice was quiet, and unlike his normal self around Jata, lacked any real enthusiasm or happiness. Taking a swig from the bottle, he set it down next to him opposite of Sunjata.
What was he going to say next. Just go oh yeah I almost killed someone. "How much longer do we have?" Even when LongNight ended, he'd still be guilty of almost killing Bastien.
Maybe he could distract himself by Sunjata telling him happy stories. "Anything good happen to you since we last spoke? Anything new?"
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
