Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Harper's grin is sharp and promising. "Well you know I'm a performer, I'll be happy to show you just how tough I am." He'd go easy on him, and he knows that about himself, but Harper has put enough young excited kids on their backs to know that it usually doesn't deter them. Hopefully it would only encourage Oliver to continue training, instead of making him feel bad about the disparity between them. He smiles as he swallows down another piece of bread. Carbs will only keep him moving for so long, but it's good fuel for the energy he's always burning. "I'm really glad to hear that Ollie." Making someone's day is no small feat to Harper, and the sincerity is appreciated. He feels quite the same. Oliver has been the best introduction to Caido that Harper could have gotten. Though the warning only gets a small wry smile and a nod. "Oh trust me, I know how terrible people can be. It was par for the course back home. But I'll keep an eye out." Although Harper is definitely the type to stick his nose where it doesn't belong, so that promise likely has a very short life.
The rest of the bread disappears swiftly, and Harper leans back on his palms with a contented sigh. There is so much to know, and yet he doesn't even know where to start. "What if we exchange questions? Talking about yourself is difficult," he laughs, not even knowing what he would say about himself that Oliver would even care to hear about. "What's your favorite color?" Ah, the most traditional question of all.
