OLIVER
A loud whine erupts from Oliver as he watched his quilt get torn. ”Nooooo now it’s not a square anymore.... I liked the shape so much.” Squares were so nice. Sad face.
The pains of not having ice cream were understood ”Ice cream looks soooo good...” Followed by a very, very loud gasp. ”Wait wait wait. What if.... we combined ice cream and like. A cake!!! Oh my gosh that would be soooo good. Like. Don’t you think so?” Man, Oliver was nothing but good ideas today! And Amun was only fueling the fire.... fuck was fire nice. He kinda wanted to touch it but that meant he’d have to move and he didn’t want to move right now.
Reaching out he placed a hand on Amun’s shoulder. ”Don’t bite my legssss. Just promise no touch the fire and you can bite me normally. Please?” His legs were gross right now. They looked soooo nasty. Like. They had paint on them and stuff. Was it paint? Was it dirty? It sure looked like paint when Oliver looked at them once or twice. Why couldn’t Amun see it?
The pains of not having ice cream were understood ”Ice cream looks soooo good...” Followed by a very, very loud gasp. ”Wait wait wait. What if.... we combined ice cream and like. A cake!!! Oh my gosh that would be soooo good. Like. Don’t you think so?” Man, Oliver was nothing but good ideas today! And Amun was only fueling the fire.... fuck was fire nice. He kinda wanted to touch it but that meant he’d have to move and he didn’t want to move right now.
Reaching out he placed a hand on Amun’s shoulder. ”Don’t bite my legssss. Just promise no touch the fire and you can bite me normally. Please?” His legs were gross right now. They looked soooo nasty. Like. They had paint on them and stuff. Was it paint? Was it dirty? It sure looked like paint when Oliver looked at them once or twice. Why couldn’t Amun see it?
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
