oliver
Oliver’s eyes widened ever so slightly that Bastien just seemed so...chill? Then again, that was always better than the man outright refusing to even hear him out. He was still a bit nervous and tried his best to calm himself by taking a deep breath before speaking. It would be okay. He could simply just ask and get it over with.
”When we first met you invited me to join the guild and I said I needed to visit some others first.” At this point it should be obvious what he was trying to ask, but Oliver was a dramatic little shit. Even when nervous, he had to add some pauses and moments of tension to his question. ”I wanted to know if the offer was still available because I’d love to join your guild.” And love was a fitting word. He truly did feel like it’d be perfect for him to join the guild, to become part of something. Oliver wanted to create things and make others happy through art.
”When we first met you invited me to join the guild and I said I needed to visit some others first.” At this point it should be obvious what he was trying to ask, but Oliver was a dramatic little shit. Even when nervous, he had to add some pauses and moments of tension to his question. ”I wanted to know if the offer was still available because I’d love to join your guild.” And love was a fitting word. He truly did feel like it’d be perfect for him to join the guild, to become part of something. Oliver wanted to create things and make others happy through art.
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