OLIVER
There is a frown as Oliver watches Amun struggle to stomp. "Did your stomps get stolen? Do you need my stomps? I don't know how to give you my stomps." Stomping was fun, extremely. It was sad that Amun could no longer stomp.
Tilting his head, Oliver squints his eyes. "Hmm... can I put my blood inside of you? What would happen?" Like. putting it in his arm and stuff. That would be possible, yeah? Yeah yeah yeah, totally.
The frown on his face grows and Oliver shakes his head. "No! Not you! When you were biting me something bit me! And it really really hurt." Oliver raises his injured wrist to his mouth and places a kiss on it. "Why cant you stand up? Do you need a new leg?" Maybe that's why Amun had suddenly become a flopping fish.
Tilting his head, Oliver squints his eyes. "Hmm... can I put my blood inside of you? What would happen?" Like. putting it in his arm and stuff. That would be possible, yeah? Yeah yeah yeah, totally.
The frown on his face grows and Oliver shakes his head. "No! Not you! When you were biting me something bit me! And it really really hurt." Oliver raises his injured wrist to his mouth and places a kiss on it. "Why cant you stand up? Do you need a new leg?" Maybe that's why Amun had suddenly become a flopping fish.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
