OLIVER
Tilting his head Oliver squints. "What would happen if I drank your blood? OHHH would I have magic abilities? Like like, can I turn invisible? Since your blood isn't ya know, colorful?" Oliver's eyes widen with wonder, realizing he absolutely just came up with a wonderfully brilliant idea.
There's an obvious frown as Oliver watches the weasel absolutely destroy his blanket. "My blanket." Pouting now, Oliver folds his arms, trying to use that as a temporary blanket. All of his blankets were SOOOOO FAR AWAYYYYY. And he was sooooo cold.
Glancing at the fire, Oliver found himself flopping onto the floor, hoping to bask in the warmth that the fire had to provide. Obviously, it would've helped if he shifted, but he stayed in his fleshy human form, laying on the ground close to Amun. "My blood isn't even tasty... I've tasted it... it tastes sooooo metal.... like metal metal." He totally hasn't tried real metal... nah....
There's an obvious frown as Oliver watches the weasel absolutely destroy his blanket. "My blanket." Pouting now, Oliver folds his arms, trying to use that as a temporary blanket. All of his blankets were SOOOOO FAR AWAYYYYY. And he was sooooo cold.
Glancing at the fire, Oliver found himself flopping onto the floor, hoping to bask in the warmth that the fire had to provide. Obviously, it would've helped if he shifted, but he stayed in his fleshy human form, laying on the ground close to Amun. "My blood isn't even tasty... I've tasted it... it tastes sooooo metal.... like metal metal." He totally hasn't tried real metal... nah....
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
