OLIVER
Part of Oliver wanted to see a kind, nurtering side of Loren. One that would stand by his side and maybe apologize for any pain inflicted on him, but rather, he was ignored in that department. At least, Loren still had some semblance of respect seeing as he went out of his way to ask someone for a sewing kit. Who it was, Oliver had no idea, but it didn't really matter. Loren most likely wouldn't introduce them and there wasn't much he could do with that information.
Staring down at his clothes, Oliver could see holes that were stained with blood. The majority were on his legs, but there were a decent amount on his stomach, enough to made his stomach churn. With a glance back up at Loren, Oliver stood up. "Do you want me to take my clothes off? Or will you repair them like this?" He'd figure out how to wash out the blood, seeing as Loren probably didn't even give a fuck that he had bled.
It was hard to hide away his frustrations towards his friend. Loren had always been aggressive with his training techniques, but never did Oliver expect to actually bleed because of it. All he wanted was an apology for fuck sake, is that too much to ask for?
With a huff, he shook his head, trying to hide away any anger. "I doubt my body will ever adjust to the cold, but sure. Fine. I'll give it a try and join the school. What do I need to do to join?" Looks like he was signing himself up for the school. Hopefully with time, he'd learn magic enough to beat Loren and get an apology out of him like he deserved.
Staring down at his clothes, Oliver could see holes that were stained with blood. The majority were on his legs, but there were a decent amount on his stomach, enough to made his stomach churn. With a glance back up at Loren, Oliver stood up. "Do you want me to take my clothes off? Or will you repair them like this?" He'd figure out how to wash out the blood, seeing as Loren probably didn't even give a fuck that he had bled.
It was hard to hide away his frustrations towards his friend. Loren had always been aggressive with his training techniques, but never did Oliver expect to actually bleed because of it. All he wanted was an apology for fuck sake, is that too much to ask for?
With a huff, he shook his head, trying to hide away any anger. "I doubt my body will ever adjust to the cold, but sure. Fine. I'll give it a try and join the school. What do I need to do to join?" Looks like he was signing himself up for the school. Hopefully with time, he'd learn magic enough to beat Loren and get an apology out of him like he deserved.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
