Hitting the Right Notes (Ollie) (Armor Hunt)
Mar 20, 2024 4:05:10 GMT
Post by ollieandprocopius on Mar 20, 2024 4:05:10 GMT
Procopius wouldn't be able to explain that he didn't blame Serena for not standing up for Ollie. Specifically. If the plastic dinosaur was asked to explain it he blamed EVERYONE for not standing up for Ollie. The orphanage staff, his teachers, his classmates, random people on the street who saw him being harassed and didn't so much as look up from their phones to acknowledge the young man. As much as his gruff exterior might try to hide it, he was stung and vengeful at the world for not being kind to a boy who deserved it and had never shown anyone anything but kindness in return. From where he was standing, in his heart, it was a sin the entire human race had to bear until proven otherwise.
Ollie on the other hand was just kind of staring at the dust cloud, looking down at them and then looking over the Procopius who just kind of shrugged, The street rats he had grown up around would get into these kind of dust ups all the time and the best thing to do was just wait it out.
Ollie couldn't help by feel a little bit awkward as he slowly pulled a second thermos full of water out of his backpack and waited for the two of them to be quite finished before offering it, full, to Serena this time. (Any attempt from Gem to grab it out of the boy's hand before he was ready would illicit an alligator growl from somewhere in Procopius' chest that sent a visible rumble through the shimmering surface of the plastic digimon.)
"Oh my, another puzzle." Ollie said, dropping softly to a cross legged position on the floor of the room to one side, well away from the seeming dance floor. "And another anachronism. These kinds of segmented dance floors also didn't come into style until the disco era." He said, his language simplified as he didn't focus on it, sketching out the details in front of him and scratching at his temple with the end of his pencil to try and figure it out. "It could be some kind of code for a dance sequences. It could perhaps be a Last Crusade situation where there's only one safe path from end to end. Could be a game of twister for all I know." Ollie said, speaking to the book more than he was speaking to anyone who was actually in the room
"That boy has had more stimulating conversation with a rubix cube than is probably healthy." Procopius said, standing slightly closer to the musical pair than he was to his parent, he knew better than to try and lean over the boy's shoulder while he was working. "Though if our pattern holds then some big speaker system somewhere is gonna give the game away and it's gonna be up to you two to do that...thing you just did, with your feet." Yea. Not a dancer that Procopius, not at all.
Ollie on the other hand was just kind of staring at the dust cloud, looking down at them and then looking over the Procopius who just kind of shrugged, The street rats he had grown up around would get into these kind of dust ups all the time and the best thing to do was just wait it out.
Ollie couldn't help by feel a little bit awkward as he slowly pulled a second thermos full of water out of his backpack and waited for the two of them to be quite finished before offering it, full, to Serena this time. (Any attempt from Gem to grab it out of the boy's hand before he was ready would illicit an alligator growl from somewhere in Procopius' chest that sent a visible rumble through the shimmering surface of the plastic digimon.)
"Oh my, another puzzle." Ollie said, dropping softly to a cross legged position on the floor of the room to one side, well away from the seeming dance floor. "And another anachronism. These kinds of segmented dance floors also didn't come into style until the disco era." He said, his language simplified as he didn't focus on it, sketching out the details in front of him and scratching at his temple with the end of his pencil to try and figure it out. "It could be some kind of code for a dance sequences. It could perhaps be a Last Crusade situation where there's only one safe path from end to end. Could be a game of twister for all I know." Ollie said, speaking to the book more than he was speaking to anyone who was actually in the room
"That boy has had more stimulating conversation with a rubix cube than is probably healthy." Procopius said, standing slightly closer to the musical pair than he was to his parent, he knew better than to try and lean over the boy's shoulder while he was working. "Though if our pattern holds then some big speaker system somewhere is gonna give the game away and it's gonna be up to you two to do that...thing you just did, with your feet." Yea. Not a dancer that Procopius, not at all.