OLIVER
Wait. What?! Loren was pushing the blame onto him? Mr. I'm going to fucking bitch out of nowhere?! "You're the one who was suddenly aggressive!" Of course, he wasn't in the mood to continue the argument as a human, causing him to transform into the fox. Things only become worse as the argument got more and more heated. Slamming his paws down onto the canvas, growls left Oliver as he was screaming with rage through their bond.
Did I once ever say we should forget them?! No. No I did not. You and I both know exactly what I fucking meant. What got into Loren?! Why was he acting so god damn childish? Believe me Loren. I wish I was helpful like you. I wish I had abilities that could actually repair this fucking disaster, but guess what? Not everyone is like you! Not everyone has a fucking manor to offer to people or healing magic or magic that can make shit appear or water magic. Not everyone is you, Loren. Loren was acting like Oliver was trying to completely forget everything, which Oliver would refute strongly.
After quite a few stomps and slides of his feet, Oliver trudged over to the pots and basically slammed his paw into the yellow paint, completely coating his arm before he walked back over to his canvas and started slamming his feet around again. Art is all I can fucking do. What do you want me to do? Huh? Drink myself to fucking death? You look like shit Loren. You look fucking miserable. You say people are suffering but all you're doing is locking yourself away instead of dealing with your emotions in a healthy way. All I wanted to do was help but nooooo.
Did I once ever say we should forget them?! No. No I did not. You and I both know exactly what I fucking meant. What got into Loren?! Why was he acting so god damn childish? Believe me Loren. I wish I was helpful like you. I wish I had abilities that could actually repair this fucking disaster, but guess what? Not everyone is like you! Not everyone has a fucking manor to offer to people or healing magic or magic that can make shit appear or water magic. Not everyone is you, Loren. Loren was acting like Oliver was trying to completely forget everything, which Oliver would refute strongly.
After quite a few stomps and slides of his feet, Oliver trudged over to the pots and basically slammed his paw into the yellow paint, completely coating his arm before he walked back over to his canvas and started slamming his feet around again. Art is all I can fucking do. What do you want me to do? Huh? Drink myself to fucking death? You look like shit Loren. You look fucking miserable. You say people are suffering but all you're doing is locking yourself away instead of dealing with your emotions in a healthy way. All I wanted to do was help but nooooo.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
