Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
"Three?" Harper's eyes bulge comically, though he listens patiently as Oliver points out where on his body each resides. Whistles low and appreciative. "Well you're certainly not helping my desire to get some now." He'd always withheld, knowing he couldn't have identifying marks with his particular "job". But this place is so different, how can he justify that anymore? It's certainly something he wants to get done. Now just to find an artist...His cheeks flush with humble appreciation at Oliver's outburst. It's one thing to know you're skilled, to never receive criticism from your trainers and mentors but similarly to never receive praise. For someone to gush over you and compliment the skill you worked so hard to foster, it's like a tidal wave. "Thanks Ollie," he mutters with a shy smile, soaking up the warmth of the praise. "Getting into small spaces is just as good though! Handy in escaping things, or finding lost items."
