OLIVER
Seven...hells?
What?
"Of course it's not my table-" Oliver shook his head and sighed, running a hand through his hair. Calm down... you're lashing out at some random dude who is just talking to a wolf in the MIDDLE OF THE FOREST with a seemingly random table.
Why even trust a random table? Surely the damn thing is cursed or like a venus fly trap, ready to monch on your ankles.
"Sorry- it's just... super weird to see someone sitting at a table in kind of the middle of nowhere." Was he being a little judgy? Yeah... but he wasn't going to recognize that. Oliver may be nice, but damn is he an idiot sometimes.
Letting out a sigh, Oliver took a step forward. "I'm Oliver."
What?
"Of course it's not my table-" Oliver shook his head and sighed, running a hand through his hair. Calm down... you're lashing out at some random dude who is just talking to a wolf in the MIDDLE OF THE FOREST with a seemingly random table.
Why even trust a random table? Surely the damn thing is cursed or like a venus fly trap, ready to monch on your ankles.
"Sorry- it's just... super weird to see someone sitting at a table in kind of the middle of nowhere." Was he being a little judgy? Yeah... but he wasn't going to recognize that. Oliver may be nice, but damn is he an idiot sometimes.
Letting out a sigh, Oliver took a step forward. "I'm Oliver."
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
