OLIVER
Somehow, Oliver managed to not obviously blush at his remark. "Never actually really drawn a body, but if you're interested I wouldn't say no to having you model for me." Seeing as the last time Oliver tried to draw Amun...well, the sketch was never finished. This time, he'd hopefully be able to finish AND show Amun the product.
It wasn't the flirting that made Oliver blush deep red, it was the interrogation about Safrin. "She's helped to guide Amalia and Deimos...both of which have been able to do great things for the Hollowed Grounds. As well, she has made Sunjata and me attuned. She didn't have to help me, an abandoned...and yet she did." He reflects back to the harsh words she said about him, surprised that she even bothered to help him considering her obvious distaste towards abandoned individuals.
The blonde's eyes widen as he hears Amun's boisterous laughter. His blush remains and he averts his eyes, not really able to look at Amun's face. "Well, yeah...I was really worried..." It made him feel better to hear that Amun had no anger towards him, as well as that it seemed to just be in the past. Things would be okay....he hadn't completely fucked over with Amun, at least not yet.
Turning to look forward, he bit down on his lip once more, hoping that maybe he could change the subject. He didn't like feeling embarrassed, not at all. "I'm glad you're okay....I mean hell, you seem to be pretty well off. You have your pottery studio set up and everything. How has business been, by the way?" Smooth Oliver, smooth.
It wasn't the flirting that made Oliver blush deep red, it was the interrogation about Safrin. "She's helped to guide Amalia and Deimos...both of which have been able to do great things for the Hollowed Grounds. As well, she has made Sunjata and me attuned. She didn't have to help me, an abandoned...and yet she did." He reflects back to the harsh words she said about him, surprised that she even bothered to help him considering her obvious distaste towards abandoned individuals.
The blonde's eyes widen as he hears Amun's boisterous laughter. His blush remains and he averts his eyes, not really able to look at Amun's face. "Well, yeah...I was really worried..." It made him feel better to hear that Amun had no anger towards him, as well as that it seemed to just be in the past. Things would be okay....he hadn't completely fucked over with Amun, at least not yet.
Turning to look forward, he bit down on his lip once more, hoping that maybe he could change the subject. He didn't like feeling embarrassed, not at all. "I'm glad you're okay....I mean hell, you seem to be pretty well off. You have your pottery studio set up and everything. How has business been, by the way?" Smooth Oliver, smooth.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
