OLIVER
With a playful roll of his eyes, Oliver shakes his head. "You and I both know I didn't mean appearance wise, but thank you," Just for that, he threw in a wink at the very end before continuing on with the actual topic at hand. "I am weak as hell, though... and man is it embarrassing. I wish I was stronger... but I know I'll just have to keep trying. Maybe someday I'll be strong enough to take you on in a fight properly." That'd be the day where he finally beat Loren in a fight fair and square.
Lifting the mug up to his lips, Oliver took a swig of the cider before letting out a contemplative hum. With the mug in his hands, Oliver's fingertips tapped against it. "I mean... honestly? A lot of stuff. I love art, but I want to do something more with it. Make something that can be used- like- maybe make jewelry? I don't know... that's not very practical, unfortunately." He needed to do something practical and, well, important. Something useful that could create a positive change for Caido.
That's it? With wide eyes, Oliver leaned forward. "You aren't going to fight me on this? No details or anything? You cant just start a story and tell me nothing! Even if I don't believe it's true, I wanna hear the whole thing!" Oliver was mostly upset that he won so fast. What's the fun in that?
Raising his eyebrows a couple of times in a waggling motion, Oliver leaned forward a bit too. "Does that mean you'd still be interested in seeing the party? I mean, not for me, of course... but I'm sure Bastien would be happy if you came." Oliver mostly just wanted credit for inviting someone to the party seeing as it'd show Bastien how much of an amazing guildmember he was. Or something. But- onto more important things- like the story.
"I did forget to mention this- but kinda around the idea of casual sex- so before the guy you know, tried to drown me, he also talked about selling me off to a brothel. Ya know. Fun stuff." Now that Oliver said it.... it really wasn't all that funny. Maybe he was just trying to handle trauma in a very unhealthy way? Nahhhh. "So uh... I guess just... be careful in torchline? I don't know- I forgot that the story was shitty. Fuck." Oliver took a deep swig of the cider, clearly unhappy that he had accidentally brought up a story that was in all actuality, an unpleasant thing to think about.
Just like Jigano, Loren didn't understand what Oliver meant. Trying to suppress his disappointment, Oliver tapped his foot before looking around him. "Do you have any ink? Or paint? I also need a piece of paper." That way he could just show him, rather than tell him since that didn't work.
Lifting the mug up to his lips, Oliver took a swig of the cider before letting out a contemplative hum. With the mug in his hands, Oliver's fingertips tapped against it. "I mean... honestly? A lot of stuff. I love art, but I want to do something more with it. Make something that can be used- like- maybe make jewelry? I don't know... that's not very practical, unfortunately." He needed to do something practical and, well, important. Something useful that could create a positive change for Caido.
That's it? With wide eyes, Oliver leaned forward. "You aren't going to fight me on this? No details or anything? You cant just start a story and tell me nothing! Even if I don't believe it's true, I wanna hear the whole thing!" Oliver was mostly upset that he won so fast. What's the fun in that?
Raising his eyebrows a couple of times in a waggling motion, Oliver leaned forward a bit too. "Does that mean you'd still be interested in seeing the party? I mean, not for me, of course... but I'm sure Bastien would be happy if you came." Oliver mostly just wanted credit for inviting someone to the party seeing as it'd show Bastien how much of an amazing guildmember he was. Or something. But- onto more important things- like the story.
"I did forget to mention this- but kinda around the idea of casual sex- so before the guy you know, tried to drown me, he also talked about selling me off to a brothel. Ya know. Fun stuff." Now that Oliver said it.... it really wasn't all that funny. Maybe he was just trying to handle trauma in a very unhealthy way? Nahhhh. "So uh... I guess just... be careful in torchline? I don't know- I forgot that the story was shitty. Fuck." Oliver took a deep swig of the cider, clearly unhappy that he had accidentally brought up a story that was in all actuality, an unpleasant thing to think about.
Just like Jigano, Loren didn't understand what Oliver meant. Trying to suppress his disappointment, Oliver tapped his foot before looking around him. "Do you have any ink? Or paint? I also need a piece of paper." That way he could just show him, rather than tell him since that didn't work.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
