OLIVER
The questions that Loren has are obviously logical and Oliver really should have expected them. He had absolutely no idea, which again made him feel a bit frustrated with himself. It wasn't that he was sad, more like he was a bit fed up with the finicky memories that he was dealing with. He wished that he could get solid ones in replacement of, say, that one time he tripped walking down the stairs and almost snapped his neck. Nope. I have absolutely no idea what that room was in. I know it was like, the front entrance to where we lived? Oh, and it was on the base floor. I lived actually on the second floor. Okay, maybe he actually knew a bit more than he thought he did. Who knew? He certainly didn't.
The little wave helped to burn off some of the steam piping in the little fox, but he was still unhappy with what Loren had to say to him. But....what? How can I not pursue the thoughts but also recognize them? The moment I think about the they're just....there! Oliver was clearly a bit upset with himself for not being able to grasp this. He desperately wanted to be able to meditate. To relax himself and actually be at peace for once in his entire fucking life. Christ. One moment he's fine and the next he's either being attacked by mud or someone is turning his life upside down.
The little wave helped to burn off some of the steam piping in the little fox, but he was still unhappy with what Loren had to say to him. But....what? How can I not pursue the thoughts but also recognize them? The moment I think about the they're just....there! Oliver was clearly a bit upset with himself for not being able to grasp this. He desperately wanted to be able to meditate. To relax himself and actually be at peace for once in his entire fucking life. Christ. One moment he's fine and the next he's either being attacked by mud or someone is turning his life upside down.
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BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
