OLIVER
And on he went. Talking about how a lion wasn't a cryptid. "I know that. I was simply looking for something to compare it to. It's like a sea monster that lives in ocean, yeah? By the shore or a dock? One that you only see when you're dazed and confused, that scientists haven't been able to discover?" Hopefully that would satisfy his little dreams because Oliver was steadily growing more tired of this conversation. Gods, no wonder why people got annoyed by him when he first arrived. And then things oh-hoh, they got much worse.
This man was so... infuriating! How dare he call him ignorant? The same man who literally tried to grab at his fucking ears! It was insulting really. Why the hell had The Voice chosen a man like this of all people? Probably gullible enough waltz on out during LongNight and get killed. Ignorance? Fucking dick.
Trying to withhold any anger, Oliver took a deep breath to steady himself. "That is very unfortunate that you could never use a washing machine but lucky for you, we don't have those here! Here, everything is handwashed." Oliver could guess what that was. A machine that washed clothes. Fantastic. Too bad for poor little guy, those things didn't exist. At least now Oliver could focus on that instead of arguing with him about the fact that Oliver did know the paranormal existed, thank you very much.
Clasping his hands together, Oliver let out a sigh. "It is rare, yeah. She really doesn't do it often. First, she has to answer your prayer, then she has to judge you. You may even die if she deems you unworthy. The gods are not to be taken lightly. I will warn you of that." Joshua seemed like the kind of guy to overly explain a simple concept, such as a washing machine, to a god like Safrin and get permanently turned into a toad.
This man was so... infuriating! How dare he call him ignorant? The same man who literally tried to grab at his fucking ears! It was insulting really. Why the hell had The Voice chosen a man like this of all people? Probably gullible enough waltz on out during LongNight and get killed. Ignorance? Fucking dick.
Trying to withhold any anger, Oliver took a deep breath to steady himself. "That is very unfortunate that you could never use a washing machine but lucky for you, we don't have those here! Here, everything is handwashed." Oliver could guess what that was. A machine that washed clothes. Fantastic. Too bad for poor little guy, those things didn't exist. At least now Oliver could focus on that instead of arguing with him about the fact that Oliver did know the paranormal existed, thank you very much.
Clasping his hands together, Oliver let out a sigh. "It is rare, yeah. She really doesn't do it often. First, she has to answer your prayer, then she has to judge you. You may even die if she deems you unworthy. The gods are not to be taken lightly. I will warn you of that." Joshua seemed like the kind of guy to overly explain a simple concept, such as a washing machine, to a god like Safrin and get permanently turned into a toad.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
