OLIVER
There's a wink and Oliver looks away slightly, obviously at least trying to be a bit flirty. Or something. "Can't wait to show you." Ah yes, show Harper how he will fall flat on his ass. Already he had struggled a bit with fighting others. Once he had to deal with a dude making out with a staff and the other time he had to punch a unicorn, which promptly knocked him over. Both had clearly ended fantastically with him flat on his ass...or at least on the ground. Where the hell did this much confidence come from? Especially when Oliver knew full and well that he sucked at combat.
Harper had clearly led a life that Oliver would most likely never fully know. All he knew so far was that his city wasn't the greatest, he was an acrobat, and that he had learned to fend for himself. There was most likely a bunch of bad things, but Oliver wasn't sure if he wanted to know about it. Mostly out of worry for the man's sake. Only if Harper brought it up would Oliver speak about it. Otherwise...that shit is just rude. Part of Oliver wants to reach for Harper's hand, show him that he's here for him...but Oliver stops himself. That doesn't stop his hand from twitching and his body from leaning forward ever so slightly. "I'm here for you if you need help with adjusting....I can tell you've done so many great things and I know you'll continue to do great things here...you're not alone Harper." That wasn't at all what Oliver meant to say, but it kind of just slipped out. A jumble of words that Oliver wasn't even sure made sense.
Blue isn't as surprise, nor is yellow. Harper seems like the kinda guy to like blue and yellow. Both bright and fitting of his personality. Now, chocolate lava cake? Oliver had no idea what that was. Was it a cake filled with chocolate? A cake in the shape of a volcano? He'd have to consult a baker, maybe that Amalia. Surely, someone could recreate it for Harper-
Woah, what the fuck Oliver. Chill. He's already so invested, no need to get this deep into the dude. Maybe it's just Oliver seeing a piece of himself in Harper that causes him to be this...odd. To see someone else who had just arrived and to have a want to make the other man feel comfortable and safe. It's weird as hell and Oliver doesn't like it. Weird feelings.
Good thing he can distract those thoughts with the next question! "Hobbies? Man...honestly, kinda? I don't know. Hard to remember any hobbies I used to have, but nowadays I kinda just draw or sketch. I mean, I also help...a lot. I need stuff to do since I don't like just sitting around. I want to help...so whenever I see a post anywhere asking for help...I just have to go and help." Oliver wouldn't call himself a hero, no. Nor someone who is great. He's just a bored dude who cant stand sitting on his ass doing absolutely nothing.
He hums to himself, his eyebrows scrunching as he thinks. "How about....gods I don't wanna keep asking for your favorite things. Tell me your favorite childhood memory...? If that's okay. If not then how about your favorite animal." There's a pause between the first and second questions. He realizes that what he has asked for could be wrong, unacceptable. Surely, that's pushing way too many boundaries.
Harper had clearly led a life that Oliver would most likely never fully know. All he knew so far was that his city wasn't the greatest, he was an acrobat, and that he had learned to fend for himself. There was most likely a bunch of bad things, but Oliver wasn't sure if he wanted to know about it. Mostly out of worry for the man's sake. Only if Harper brought it up would Oliver speak about it. Otherwise...that shit is just rude. Part of Oliver wants to reach for Harper's hand, show him that he's here for him...but Oliver stops himself. That doesn't stop his hand from twitching and his body from leaning forward ever so slightly. "I'm here for you if you need help with adjusting....I can tell you've done so many great things and I know you'll continue to do great things here...you're not alone Harper." That wasn't at all what Oliver meant to say, but it kind of just slipped out. A jumble of words that Oliver wasn't even sure made sense.
Blue isn't as surprise, nor is yellow. Harper seems like the kinda guy to like blue and yellow. Both bright and fitting of his personality. Now, chocolate lava cake? Oliver had no idea what that was. Was it a cake filled with chocolate? A cake in the shape of a volcano? He'd have to consult a baker, maybe that Amalia. Surely, someone could recreate it for Harper-
Woah, what the fuck Oliver. Chill. He's already so invested, no need to get this deep into the dude. Maybe it's just Oliver seeing a piece of himself in Harper that causes him to be this...odd. To see someone else who had just arrived and to have a want to make the other man feel comfortable and safe. It's weird as hell and Oliver doesn't like it. Weird feelings.
Good thing he can distract those thoughts with the next question! "Hobbies? Man...honestly, kinda? I don't know. Hard to remember any hobbies I used to have, but nowadays I kinda just draw or sketch. I mean, I also help...a lot. I need stuff to do since I don't like just sitting around. I want to help...so whenever I see a post anywhere asking for help...I just have to go and help." Oliver wouldn't call himself a hero, no. Nor someone who is great. He's just a bored dude who cant stand sitting on his ass doing absolutely nothing.
He hums to himself, his eyebrows scrunching as he thinks. "How about....gods I don't wanna keep asking for your favorite things. Tell me your favorite childhood memory...? If that's okay. If not then how about your favorite animal." There's a pause between the first and second questions. He realizes that what he has asked for could be wrong, unacceptable. Surely, that's pushing way too many boundaries.
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
