Oliver♡ Abel♡ Bells
Oliver's hobbies caused him quite a bit of trouble back in primary school, the other kids would call him a creep. He didn't drop the hobby because of it though, infact it only encouraged him to spend more time inside. That constant looming lonliness was suffocating, he experienced it every day outside, even when he wasn't in school. It felt like the air around him was stale, like he was slowly being starved of oxygen, he hated it. His only sanctuary was his room, where all the things he loved were. Inside that dark confined space he couldn't be hurt, he couldn't be insulted or picked on. Things only got worse when he progressed to high school, he found it difficult to socialize with other human beings in general, it felt unnatural, like he was talking to a monster. He found that there was simply no point, so he became a no-life shut-in. He was always hesitant of showing his hobbies off to people, he feared that he would be called a creep, hell, even he himself found his hobbies a little odd. He raised his head slightly, just enough so that Morgan was in his field of view, what was he thinking? He watched him play with his golden ponytail. It was silly, enough to make Oliver smile, almost enough to make him laugh, but he would hold back any hint of laughter, he didn't want to be rude.
He began to worry as soon as Morgan approached him, the distance between them was depleting quickly. He felt like his protective barrier had been broken, he was so vulnerable, it terrified him. What was he doing? Was he going to do something to him? Why was he coming closer?! He looked straight down at the bed sheets, No, you idiot! That'll make you look stupid! He raised his head quickly, his face turning a slight pink color, he tried to keep a straight face, but instead he ended up looking rather strained. Morgan was looking at his comics, it was almost too embaressing to handle. He should've hid them under his bed, internally he cursed himself. He listened to Morgan, he was surprised to hear that he had also experienced the medium, but he couldn't believe it. It was just impossible, somebody as cool as Morgan reading manga? Nah, it didn't make sense. He was probably just trying to make Oliver feel better, or at least that's what he thought, which only made him feel more uncomfortable. I'm screwing this up so bad.. He thought to himself. Of course Morgan wouldn't recognize them, they were fairly old, volumes he hadn't quite gotten around to reading. It was easy to missplace things and forget about them in Oliver's mess of a room.
He looked at Morgan straight for the first time, he still couldn't handle eye contact, so he ended up looking at his mouth/nose. A little akward, but it was better than the alternative. He tried to put up a cheerful smile, it looked odd to say the least. "Th-That's probably because they're old." He replied, trying his best to sound casual. "Y-You can borrow them if you want to..." He offered. God this was embaressing, he wanted to run away, maybe hide in some dark corner and cool down.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Morgan Eris Kewell
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: Ugh, I hope he doesn't think i'm weird...
█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Sorry for the short post, figured i'd get this in already, still sick so it's an uphill battle to write a post out. (Also yes, I was reffering to Code Geass.)