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[CLOSED] What day is today? It's Oliver's birthday.
CHARACTERS: Oliver, Mettaton & Connor
DATE: 2nd September unless otherwise stated
WARNINGS:Watch this space. Thirst quenching. I'm sorry...
SUMMARY: A bunch of starters because Oliver's getting old.
Closed to Mettaton
[Oliver hesitates before he messages Mettaton. He's 32, single, and somehow lonelier than he'd been before Connor showed up. Asher's the only person he knows from home here who'll even speak to him, and without the friends and family he's always had by his side on previous birthdays it doesn't feel like there's much reason to celebrate.
It takes a lot of talking himself up before he can bring himself to do it, but he knows it's ridiculous not to. He's not alone here. Not really. It makes no sense to spend a day he's supposed to be happy dwelling on what he doesn't have instead of enjoying what he does.
He heads to the kitchen to retrieve cake and various other necessities first, then on his way back to his room fires off a text to his friend before he can change his mind. His birthday only happens once a year. He deserves to enjoy himself.]
I'm about to put on a movie, you should come over!
[He doesn't wait for a response before starting to set things up. Mettaton's been a good friend to him and he has no reason to think he'd let him down now. He clears off his bedside table only to fill it again with the cake, along with popcorn, candy, and a couple of plates. There's not really any room for the wine he'd brought up so he settles for leaving that and the wine glasses on the floor next to it. It's not the classiest set up, but that doesn't matter.
By the time he checks his messages again all he has to do is set up Tekflex to show them the Full Monty. After all, what's more uplifting than steelworkers come strippers?]
Closed to Connor - 5th September
[This is a mistake. Out of everywhere in Oska this is the last place he should be. Yet here he is, hovering uncertainly outside Connor's door. He's too nervous to knock, but he can't make himself turn away either. He misses him. He doesn't want to carry on acting like he does't exist.
He's lost count of the amount of times he's raised his fist only to let it sink back down without knocking. It's already getting late. Maybe he'd be better coming back tomorrow. Maybe Connor has someone else in there in there already. He can't here anything, but that doesn't rule anything out. Maybe he's not even here. He has no right to be upset by the thought of Connor in another man's bed, but it makes him feel a little sick regardless.
Eventually Oliver does build up the courage to knock, but it's an action he regrets immediately. What if Connor is in there with someone? What if Connor answers and all they do is argue again? What if all he does when he sees him is shut the door in his face? His stomach churns uncomfortably and he wants to leave, but he finds himself frozen in place, hardly able to breathe.
At this point he almost hopes Connor isn't in to answer.]
DATE: 2nd September unless otherwise stated
WARNINGS:
SUMMARY: A bunch of starters because Oliver's getting old.
Closed to Mettaton
[Oliver hesitates before he messages Mettaton. He's 32, single, and somehow lonelier than he'd been before Connor showed up. Asher's the only person he knows from home here who'll even speak to him, and without the friends and family he's always had by his side on previous birthdays it doesn't feel like there's much reason to celebrate.
It takes a lot of talking himself up before he can bring himself to do it, but he knows it's ridiculous not to. He's not alone here. Not really. It makes no sense to spend a day he's supposed to be happy dwelling on what he doesn't have instead of enjoying what he does.
He heads to the kitchen to retrieve cake and various other necessities first, then on his way back to his room fires off a text to his friend before he can change his mind. His birthday only happens once a year. He deserves to enjoy himself.]
I'm about to put on a movie, you should come over!
[He doesn't wait for a response before starting to set things up. Mettaton's been a good friend to him and he has no reason to think he'd let him down now. He clears off his bedside table only to fill it again with the cake, along with popcorn, candy, and a couple of plates. There's not really any room for the wine he'd brought up so he settles for leaving that and the wine glasses on the floor next to it. It's not the classiest set up, but that doesn't matter.
By the time he checks his messages again all he has to do is set up Tekflex to show them the Full Monty. After all, what's more uplifting than steelworkers come strippers?]
Closed to Connor - 5th September
[This is a mistake. Out of everywhere in Oska this is the last place he should be. Yet here he is, hovering uncertainly outside Connor's door. He's too nervous to knock, but he can't make himself turn away either. He misses him. He doesn't want to carry on acting like he does't exist.
He's lost count of the amount of times he's raised his fist only to let it sink back down without knocking. It's already getting late. Maybe he'd be better coming back tomorrow. Maybe Connor has someone else in there in there already. He can't here anything, but that doesn't rule anything out. Maybe he's not even here. He has no right to be upset by the thought of Connor in another man's bed, but it makes him feel a little sick regardless.
Eventually Oliver does build up the courage to knock, but it's an action he regrets immediately. What if Connor is in there with someone? What if Connor answers and all they do is argue again? What if all he does when he sees him is shut the door in his face? His stomach churns uncomfortably and he wants to leave, but he finds himself frozen in place, hardly able to breathe.
At this point he almost hopes Connor isn't in to answer.]