OLIVER
The moment he gets up close to her, he notices something is off. Not off in a sense that she is rude or bad or malicious, more like there is an emotional imbalance going on. He isn't sure what it is, but it isn't a pleasant feeling to experience. So much so that his eyebrows furrow and if she were attuned, he most likely would've been projecting far too much.
What he received as a response was vague, but seeing as she didn't seem to be doing alright, he was going to work with it. "I have somethings I want to trade...would you like to see? They're little bags used for carrying stuff, but they're fancy. I decorated them so that they're unique and you know...colorful." He offered her a faint smile, attempting to use his awkwardness to boost the mood a small bit. Maybe she found joy in seeing a loser talk.
What he received as a response was vague, but seeing as she didn't seem to be doing alright, he was going to work with it. "I have somethings I want to trade...would you like to see? They're little bags used for carrying stuff, but they're fancy. I decorated them so that they're unique and you know...colorful." He offered her a faint smile, attempting to use his awkwardness to boost the mood a small bit. Maybe she found joy in seeing a loser talk.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
