OLIVER
Okay...this time it was again, not a lack of memory, rather Oliver had absolutely no idea how the fuck buildings are made. Um....I mean, there's not as many of these? Like....these buildings are old and stuff. It....maybe it's wood? But it's like, super light in color. Not dark like most materials...Uh.... The little fox trailed off, clearly struggling to actually convey what they were. It was obvious that he knew of their existence, but they were never super important to him.
Loren, unlike Remi and Jigano, didn't understand how precious of a secret that was. Oliver was very particular about his hair and was almost a bit offended that Loren seemed to care very little about the secret. He didn't want everyone to know he wasn't a natural blonde, fuck no. He didn't get a fancy hairbrush for nothing! He could ignore that mistake and focus on the new set of questions. Blonde. It was blonde hair dye, Loren. Okay, maybe he sounded a bit frustrated. Maybe just a wee bit. I don't know a lot of that stuff. Like....that's where I'm stuck. I literally cant remember what we traded, which is fucking stupid. Why would the Voice prevent me from remembering that? Or whatever took my memories. Why that? Once again, he sounded very frustrated, far more than with the hair dye. He felt as though his memories were ripped away carelessly and without real purpose.
The running would help to soothe any anger that lingered, which was fantastic really...until someone decided to do a 180. Literally. Oliver's eyes widened once Loren started running towards him, but it didn't deter him, Instead, he continued running until he felt as though he were close enough to leap forward, attempting to pounce onto the badger.
Loren, unlike Remi and Jigano, didn't understand how precious of a secret that was. Oliver was very particular about his hair and was almost a bit offended that Loren seemed to care very little about the secret. He didn't want everyone to know he wasn't a natural blonde, fuck no. He didn't get a fancy hairbrush for nothing! He could ignore that mistake and focus on the new set of questions. Blonde. It was blonde hair dye, Loren. Okay, maybe he sounded a bit frustrated. Maybe just a wee bit. I don't know a lot of that stuff. Like....that's where I'm stuck. I literally cant remember what we traded, which is fucking stupid. Why would the Voice prevent me from remembering that? Or whatever took my memories. Why that? Once again, he sounded very frustrated, far more than with the hair dye. He felt as though his memories were ripped away carelessly and without real purpose.
The running would help to soothe any anger that lingered, which was fantastic really...until someone decided to do a 180. Literally. Oliver's eyes widened once Loren started running towards him, but it didn't deter him, Instead, he continued running until he felt as though he were close enough to leap forward, attempting to pounce onto the badger.
A fox is a wolf who sends flowers.
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
