Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
"Flatterer," Harper teases, though his cheeks are a little warm at the compliment. Usually he's the one showering compliments and praise om others, he's quite weak it seems when it's reversed onto him. "But then I could be a mysterious burden on your conscience, Olly." He winks, grinning at the idea. Harper should have gotten into theatre, clearly that was his calling in another life. "I grew up in a traveling circus. I was flying on the trapeze before I could walk! I used to ride elephants, perform aerial silks, the whole nine yards. Performing was my entire life, and I learned so many flips and twists I can't even count them all." His expression softens, nostalgic and wistful, recalling a time filled with color, lights, and sound that he can never return to but has always wanted to. It takes a moment but he shakes himself from it, a dark sadness shadowing his eyes but his smile remains sincere. "I banged up my shoulder arriving here, but just you wait and I'll dazzle those fancy pants right off you." It's practically a promise, Harper lives to show off after all.
He hums softly in silent understanding of what Oliver proposes. Hopefully everyone else will be as friendly and likable as Oliver, but it's no skin off Harper's nose if they hate him. When Oliver directs him towards a pair of shoes he sucks in a steadying breath and goes in by himself. With surprising success, though the compliment about his charm likely helps bolster his confidence. He walks away with the shoes proudly held aloft, grinning wildly at Oliver. "Think that's deserving of some bread?"
