OLIVER
No matter how many times Amun flirted or made remarks, Oliver still managed to blush slightly at that comment. Still, it hadn't completely shut him up. "Who's to say I use my right hand?" Amun...wasn't wrong. Oliver wouldn't boldly admit to it, but he also wouldn't deny the fact that he did pleasure himself often. "I do know my body pretty well, but I find it more fun to get to know others." Ah yeah, that flirt really sucked. So much so that he winced afterwards and looked away, clearly ashamed.
He chose to purposefully ignore the last comments that Amun chose to make on the subject. He didn't have anything he wanted to add. Oliver already knew he had much to learn and he didn't need Amun lecturing him on it. Luckily, the ascended was willing to change the subject. Thankfully, the mood had not yet been ruined.
"We learn new things about ourselves everyday." Amun hadn't said yes to seeing the shift, so he chose to leave it at that. If Amun wanted to see it, he could just ask. With a glance down the path, Oliver looked back over to Amun. "Where exactly are the clay deposits?" Right now he felt like he were aimlessly following after Amun, merely tagging along. After all,, he couldn't exactly see in the dark so he was relying heavily on the fanged man. "Pots do sound fun, I'll have to see your work sometime." There was something else he wanted to ask about, should he?
"You ever made any figurines? Not sure how strong clay is, but I'm sure it could be used for things other than kitchen utensils." Flirting never game naturally to Oliver, but he still tried to speak with confidence.
He chose to purposefully ignore the last comments that Amun chose to make on the subject. He didn't have anything he wanted to add. Oliver already knew he had much to learn and he didn't need Amun lecturing him on it. Luckily, the ascended was willing to change the subject. Thankfully, the mood had not yet been ruined.
"We learn new things about ourselves everyday." Amun hadn't said yes to seeing the shift, so he chose to leave it at that. If Amun wanted to see it, he could just ask. With a glance down the path, Oliver looked back over to Amun. "Where exactly are the clay deposits?" Right now he felt like he were aimlessly following after Amun, merely tagging along. After all,, he couldn't exactly see in the dark so he was relying heavily on the fanged man. "Pots do sound fun, I'll have to see your work sometime." There was something else he wanted to ask about, should he?
"You ever made any figurines? Not sure how strong clay is, but I'm sure it could be used for things other than kitchen utensils." Flirting never game naturally to Oliver, but he still tried to speak with confidence.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
