fortroughs replied to your post: /pushes a bowl of soup towards him and paps his cheeks/ Hey. Wake up./pushes at/ Oi! Wake up! I made you soup!/mumbles something about top hats and pulls the quilt over his head again
/pouts and puts the soup on the nightstand before climbing up onto Oliver and patting on his cheeks/
Are you still alive?
/suddenly unable to breathe as well
/SITS UP AND SENDS PETER TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR
Christ—
Runt! Would you just—just bugger the fuck off already?! I thought you had those two blokes you were staying with anyway! The Santa Claus and the tall one with a face like a smacked arse! Go bother them with your shite, ‘cause I’ve had enough!
/stares up at him from the floor
/he rubs at the place where he bumped his head
/eyes wide
/wants to cry but afraid to
…but I—I like you, Oliver. I wanted to play with you too…
There’s nothing to like, so go play with someone who gives a shit.
…
/shifts uncomftroably
…m’sorry.
