OLIVER
Well fuck. Looks like both of them were a bit on edge! Oliver blushed and turned his eyes away, not wanting to look Loren in the eye. He didn't really want to admit to making such a massive mistake, but he kinda had to. "He told me personally...it wasn't to the guild." Loren should've been more clear, at least that's what Oliver felt. Still, he'd clarify, obviously.
And then things escalated even more. The two were both dealing with similar things, but both in very different ways. Balling up his fists, Oliver glared at Loren. "Did I ever fucking say that you didn't deserve to feel upset?! No. No I didn't. All I'm trying to do is help us to let out our emotions in a healthy way. We can't fucking change the past, Loren." When he had changed to a fox, his ears were pinned against his head in clear frustration. If the argument continued in this form, he'd probably be growling. They couldn't reverse the past. Obviously, bad shit happened, so why pretend like you can change it. Don't dwell on the past and let it prevent you from actually doing shit.
Just...stick your foot in paint and do whatever comes to mind. With his ears still pinned tight against his head, Oliver walked over to the red paint, stuck his paw in and proceeded to basically slam the paw down onto a canvas. Obviously, seeing as he was tiny as hell, it came out more like a tap.
And then things escalated even more. The two were both dealing with similar things, but both in very different ways. Balling up his fists, Oliver glared at Loren. "Did I ever fucking say that you didn't deserve to feel upset?! No. No I didn't. All I'm trying to do is help us to let out our emotions in a healthy way. We can't fucking change the past, Loren." When he had changed to a fox, his ears were pinned against his head in clear frustration. If the argument continued in this form, he'd probably be growling. They couldn't reverse the past. Obviously, bad shit happened, so why pretend like you can change it. Don't dwell on the past and let it prevent you from actually doing shit.
Just...stick your foot in paint and do whatever comes to mind. With his ears still pinned tight against his head, Oliver walked over to the red paint, stuck his paw in and proceeded to basically slam the paw down onto a canvas. Obviously, seeing as he was tiny as hell, it came out more like a tap.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
