[We was watching the man. There was no intention on staring and asking any questions. Nothing was peculiar to him. But he mimicked the man and brought a hand up to the bandages on his face as well. It was like looking into a rather distorted mirror with the possibility of it being the perfect reflection. How backwards and nonsensical. The person before him was his own person. He was Jim. The boy was Oliver.
Those thoughts were disturbed when Jim spoke. Oliver dropped the hand from his face before puffing out his cheeks. Now he realised he sounded like a real prissy! He wouldn't need a bed. Look at him, he didn't even wears shoes. A bed wasn't necessary, not for someone like him. He had only been trying to act considerate for the man but that was a mistake on his part.]
I don't mind it outside, either!
[It was merely the truth and not something stated to try to impress. There was no way he was going to weigh down the person by accident. Yeah, he didn't exactly know what was happening but he was going to just make the best of it and not be demanding at all. Heck, did he even need food? Well, maybe-- no, he did need it. What a life. For someone like himself it was somehow still necessary.
He turned away from Jim in direction of the dirt path he had come down earlier. A foot was kicked in front of him as he took a giant step. Oliver glanced over his shoulder. Maybe he did forget what the Queen had only recently said but it didn't matter. She didn't know him or anything like that. But it wasn't like he knew the Queen of England, either. No big deal. He was still able to eat at home, at least.]
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Those thoughts were disturbed when Jim spoke. Oliver dropped the hand from his face before puffing out his cheeks. Now he realised he sounded like a real prissy! He wouldn't need a bed. Look at him, he didn't even wears shoes. A bed wasn't necessary, not for someone like him. He had only been trying to act considerate for the man but that was a mistake on his part.]
I don't mind it outside, either!
[It was merely the truth and not something stated to try to impress. There was no way he was going to weigh down the person by accident. Yeah, he didn't exactly know what was happening but he was going to just make the best of it and not be demanding at all. Heck, did he even need food? Well, maybe-- no, he did need it. What a life. For someone like himself it was somehow still necessary.
He turned away from Jim in direction of the dirt path he had come down earlier. A foot was kicked in front of him as he took a giant step. Oliver glanced over his shoulder. Maybe he did forget what the Queen had only recently said but it didn't matter. She didn't know him or anything like that. But it wasn't like he knew the Queen of England, either. No big deal. He was still able to eat at home, at least.]
C'mon, Karen-- Jim! Things can't be too off!