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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 9:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:36 pm
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Oliver wasn't very social. Actually, he was incredibly introverted, but that didn't mean he would call people out if he thought they were being even the least bit stupid. Shiloh, now he did a lot of stupid s**t, so Oliver had a—dare he say—massive tolerance for asinine actions. Except, he found out that tolerance extended to his brother and the few handful of people he considered "not quite friends" and "more useful than an average acquaintance".
Point in case? This ******** moron. "If you're going to sleep outside," And this individual didn't look homeless, "You should probably do it, like, not in the frost for starters?"
His hands were totally wrapped up in finger tape, absent of any gloves, but the rest of his body was bundled in your typical winter gear. He looked exhausted; maybe that's why he was being so bitchy for no reason, considering he was trying to make a quick trip to the store but turned it into a call-out assault instead.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 8:06 pm
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"Meditating out in the cold? Might as well go home and stick your hand on the stove to warm up when you're done. Seems just as productive." He practically scoffed as he fiddled with his sleeves. The barking did not go unnoticed, but he chalked it up to weird park animals being weird—except, psyche, it was winter and no wild animal should be around barking. Only s**t around here that should be making sounds like that were, who the hell knows, dogs.
But he sighed, digressing his thoughts, rubbing his temple with his broken looking hands (they were, in reality, just find under the rough tape). "You'll catch a cold." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "There are better—warmer places." Why was he trying to reason with a stranger? Who knew. It wasn't his business and he knew better, but he was a Beaumont.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 6:08 am
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Oliver's head tilted to one side, and then tilted to the other, and then finally righted itself upright again. "Your familiar."
He heard about this sort of stuff from Jamie when he was giving him Types of Magic 101. There were moonwalkers like he had been, and then nobles like Shiloh was, and then...
"Are you a...?" He squinted to remember the word, just as ignorant of the lingo as Nasir, "Warg?" His voice was quiet as he looked around nervously, despite the two being alone aside from one another. He had no idea who the ******** America was, but that was irrelevant. "My god, I didn't think you'd be magic."
A pause, and then the badgering came back, "You should be careful about who you tell! I could've been some goddamn magic hating lunatic."
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