Snippet #2072406

Oliver Tanuki

”Do you have a pretty floral morning gown, Oliver?” Oliver frowned at the remark, but the expression was brief. Even though he knew he didn't have to watch his expressions around the one who couldn't see them, he did it anyway, compulsively straightening out his features until he looked as passive as he hoped to. Only he was wrong every single time and generally just absolutely sucked at hiding his emotions. He was like an open book ninety percent of the time; the other ten percent was just when he got lucky. And he rarely ever got lucky. The remark wasn't all that insulting though--he did sort of have it coming anyway--so he brushed it off with ease, not even offended. Besides, it was a little obvious to see the lack of sleep, or lack of a good one, Cassius had. ”Sorry, I didn’t… sleep well at all.” Oliver nodded slowly, wincing when he realized, again, that Cassius couldn't see it. "I don’t understand how you get out of bed so early and get ready and everything.” He almost smiled, taking it as the compliment he was sure it was intended as. Of course he didn't enjoy getting up so early, but if he didn't wake them up, who else would? Some of them would sleep the day away. And it wasn't like Oliver slept anyway. He was lucky to get through an hour or two on a good night. ”Can you pick out some clothes for me? While I get ready?”

Oliver nodded again, eager to help. "Sure," he said aloud to go along with the nod. He almost turned to where Cassius kept his clothes, but ended up hesitating when he saw just how tired Cassius really seemed to be. The other boy leaned against the bathroom for support, looking downright exhausted. Had he stayed up last night? No, no, he was sure he saw him sleeping well in his room last night. He checked on everyone. But just because he'd seen Cassius in his bed, didn't mean the blind boy had been sleeping, or sleeping well even. "Are you--"

“CASSSSSS~” Oliver almost jumped at the sudden noise, head swiveling to the doorway where an overly enthusiastic Kanari came bursting in uninvited. He supposed he should of shut the door, but too late for that now. The pest was already in, sights locked and targeted on...him. “Olive? Olive~!” Great. There was no chance of avoiding the tackle, falling back to the ground with a thump and an "oof". He stared up blankly at the ceiling, wondering if nonchalance would be enough to get this heavy weight off him. “Olive-chan did you sleep badly too? I slept bad. And my pants got ripped too! Are you okay? Um…Olive-chan?” Too? Oliver realized he was frowning, thinking back to all the sleepless nights, becoming less with the worry of finding notes in his pockets, and the fret of finding another long-lost object in his medicine cabinet, and wondered, briefly, if Kanari was experiencing the same. “Ya can talk to me, you know right!?” Kanari got off and Oliver drowned out the rambling, sitting up and blinking at the cold, steel wall. If Kanari was the same as him, then what about the others? Surely, they'd tell him. They could trust him with... Wasn't that hypocritical? He didn't trust them enough to...

This wasn't the time to think about this. "Kanari, Cassius is tired and you're loud," he chided, maybe a little softer than he meant to, which felt weird for him. He cleared his throat and tried a little too hard to put on a scowl as he got to his feet and crossed the room, frowning down at the pink-haired boy. "It's too early in the morning for your screech-giving headaches, so go get something to eat to shut up your vocal chords." He flickered a worried glance over at Cassius, hesitating. "I'll be down when Cassius is done getting ready." Something was off about Kanari, too. Something small, nearly undetectable. But his eyes were just a shade less bright and his tone just a hint more frantic. Maybe he was just imagining things.

Oliver shook his head and went to find Cassius a fitting pair of clothes, turning his back on the two of them. "I'm sure Pandora's up. Go bug him. I'm sure he'll appreciate it heaps more than I do."