OLIVER
The expression on his friend's face wasn't too surprising. Most people had magic staffs or a magic shield, but Oliver? He had a magic hairbrush. Something purely for making himself look pretty, rather than protecting or helping others- though, he could certainly help another person with a bad hair day. "Hey, it's not wasting! Trust me, if you wanna try it out I can grab it for you." Just to make sure Harper felt comfortable enough to do it. It wouldn't be fun to force it on his friend.
Like Harper, Oliver had wanted this time to be fun and relaxing, but it seems his horniness and attraction towards the other man had ruined it. That only really seemed to give him one option: a thing that would explain why he had been saying those compliments. Show Harper the truth so he could understand it all.
With all of the attention on him, Oliver found his hands shaking slightly, which he tried to hide by putting them out of the general view. Luckily, Harper was looking him straight in the eyes...or not so luckily because there was a chance that he could see the nervousness. The worries that were reflecting back. Biting down on his lip, Oliver spoke out far softer than before. His overwhelming energy had seemingly been snuffed, replaced with a far more relaxed version of himself. "I'm sorry if this isn't the right time- but-" Taking in one final deep breath, Oliver had to force himself to maintain eye contact, despite all the fear. Get it out. Then he'd never have to worry about it again. "Would you like to go out with me?" The words left his mouth and all he could do was wait, hoping that his amounts of worry weren't bleeding through.
Like Harper, Oliver had wanted this time to be fun and relaxing, but it seems his horniness and attraction towards the other man had ruined it. That only really seemed to give him one option: a thing that would explain why he had been saying those compliments. Show Harper the truth so he could understand it all.
With all of the attention on him, Oliver found his hands shaking slightly, which he tried to hide by putting them out of the general view. Luckily, Harper was looking him straight in the eyes...or not so luckily because there was a chance that he could see the nervousness. The worries that were reflecting back. Biting down on his lip, Oliver spoke out far softer than before. His overwhelming energy had seemingly been snuffed, replaced with a far more relaxed version of himself. "I'm sorry if this isn't the right time- but-" Taking in one final deep breath, Oliver had to force himself to maintain eye contact, despite all the fear. Get it out. Then he'd never have to worry about it again. "Would you like to go out with me?" The words left his mouth and all he could do was wait, hoping that his amounts of worry weren't bleeding through.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
