OLIVER
Offering Deimos a smile, Oliver gestured towards the artpiece. "You can open it if you'd like? I mean, if you want to. Otherwise, it's fine if you choose to wait until you're home." He...wasn't really sure how this gift giving stuff was supposed to work. He didn't want to make Deimos feel like he was obligated to act happy or surprised over the gift or that he was staring the man down, hoping for a perfect response.
Tapping his foot ever so nervously, Oliver waited for a response from Deimos. To see if he chose to open it there or to wait until he was in the privacy of his own home. "If it looks weird...yeah, it's uh...it's kinda weird... it really isn't exactly of anything, but hey, art can do that." He was rambling a small bit, clearly growing steadily more nervous over the prospect of the art being seen as shitty by a, well, a non art person.
Tapping his foot ever so nervously, Oliver waited for a response from Deimos. To see if he chose to open it there or to wait until he was in the privacy of his own home. "If it looks weird...yeah, it's uh...it's kinda weird... it really isn't exactly of anything, but hey, art can do that." He was rambling a small bit, clearly growing steadily more nervous over the prospect of the art being seen as shitty by a, well, a non art person.
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
