OLIVER
Oliver looks at Harper in the eyes, his face showing just how ready he was to try this. Harper had no idea what he was getting himself into. "I may not be that strong, but I have some other things going for me." It didn't take a genius to notice Oliver was much smaller than Harper, which could be a good thing. Oliver believed himself to be very nimble and quick on his feet. something that must obviously be harder for someone as tall and muscular as Harper. While Harper might excel in strength, Oliver could always win simply thanks to his size. Of course, he had no idea that Harper had plans of going easy on him.
The smile on Oliver's face remains. It's nice to know that his words hopefully brought happiness to Harper. But damn did he really need a nice nickname for the other man. Yeah, he could use 'Harp' but was that really catchy? Did it even work? Harper continued to speak and Oliver's smile slowly started to drop. "I'm...I'm sorry people were unkind to you back at home..." His voice trailed off as he remembered something important. Far more important than mean people, but had he mentioned it already? He had been so distracted by how happy Harper made him feel that he couldn't even remember all the sad things he had mentioned. "There's worse things than bad people...there's monsters. I couldn't tell you them all, I haven't even seen one with my own eyes. Best to keep a weapon on you when you go out alone." Hah. Like he even did that himself. Still, his eyes and voice were laced with care. The two might've just met, but Oliver did not want to find out that the man had died so soon, it'd be horrible.
The mood was brightened once more, thankfully. Harper had a point, talking about yourself could be difficult, but maybe it was him avoiding his past. Oh well, Oliver wouldn't push too much. "Well, I'd say my favorite color is either navy or burgundy." It's hard to pick colors, but Oliver was a fan of deep colors, even if they may not look so great on him.
"I'll ask two, since the first one will be easy. What's your favorite color and....what's your favorite dessert." There were somethings Oliver did want to know, however, he didn't think they'd exactly fit the mood. They'd be a bit too lout of left field.
The smile on Oliver's face remains. It's nice to know that his words hopefully brought happiness to Harper. But damn did he really need a nice nickname for the other man. Yeah, he could use 'Harp' but was that really catchy? Did it even work? Harper continued to speak and Oliver's smile slowly started to drop. "I'm...I'm sorry people were unkind to you back at home..." His voice trailed off as he remembered something important. Far more important than mean people, but had he mentioned it already? He had been so distracted by how happy Harper made him feel that he couldn't even remember all the sad things he had mentioned. "There's worse things than bad people...there's monsters. I couldn't tell you them all, I haven't even seen one with my own eyes. Best to keep a weapon on you when you go out alone." Hah. Like he even did that himself. Still, his eyes and voice were laced with care. The two might've just met, but Oliver did not want to find out that the man had died so soon, it'd be horrible.
The mood was brightened once more, thankfully. Harper had a point, talking about yourself could be difficult, but maybe it was him avoiding his past. Oh well, Oliver wouldn't push too much. "Well, I'd say my favorite color is either navy or burgundy." It's hard to pick colors, but Oliver was a fan of deep colors, even if they may not look so great on him.
"I'll ask two, since the first one will be easy. What's your favorite color and....what's your favorite dessert." There were somethings Oliver did want to know, however, he didn't think they'd exactly fit the mood. They'd be a bit too lout of left field.
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
