OLIVER
Now this wasn't fair. Listening very hard, Oliver tilted his head before his eyes widened. "I hear... i hear drums! Big big drums! And and and pipes!" But no bells? Maybe Amun just didn't know what a bell sounded like... yeah, that was it.
"The thasty stuff?" What did that mean. "How do I make it so you can taste? You gotta try the cake." This was actually really sad. Amun deserved to be able to taste cake. "Wait... does that mean you cant taste blood? Or anything? Why drink anything thennnn. Cant you drink wine instead of blood?" Important questions to ask, obviously.
There was a pretty obvious frown on Oliver's face. Whatever boner was starting to form, the shark had absolutely killed it... maybe for the better. "He bit me! I was just doing fine and then he bit me! The little weasel bit me!" No, he wasn't using weasely to describe the shark, rather, the shark was now appearing as a weasel that could magically transport through walls... HOLY SHIT IT WAS A GHOST WEASEL. "Besidesssss you drank soooo much. When do I get to drink anything." Oliver folded his arms and pouted. It wasn't fair!
Unfortunately for Oliver, he wasn't smart, and both his wrists were very much still dripping with blood. Plus the fact that he was an idiot and didn't get dressed before, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, so now there was blood on both his chest and the quilt. Great, great great.
"The thasty stuff?" What did that mean. "How do I make it so you can taste? You gotta try the cake." This was actually really sad. Amun deserved to be able to taste cake. "Wait... does that mean you cant taste blood? Or anything? Why drink anything thennnn. Cant you drink wine instead of blood?" Important questions to ask, obviously.
There was a pretty obvious frown on Oliver's face. Whatever boner was starting to form, the shark had absolutely killed it... maybe for the better. "He bit me! I was just doing fine and then he bit me! The little weasel bit me!" No, he wasn't using weasely to describe the shark, rather, the shark was now appearing as a weasel that could magically transport through walls... HOLY SHIT IT WAS A GHOST WEASEL. "Besidesssss you drank soooo much. When do I get to drink anything." Oliver folded his arms and pouted. It wasn't fair!
Unfortunately for Oliver, he wasn't smart, and both his wrists were very much still dripping with blood. Plus the fact that he was an idiot and didn't get dressed before, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, so now there was blood on both his chest and the quilt. Great, great great.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
