[it's the opposite, it's the very opposite for oscar. heart skipping a beat with the confirmation that it really is cliff down there. shit. shit. fuck. how long? how long has he been down there, alone and definitely freaking out?]
I will! I'm working on it! [he shouts, knowing he shouldn't sound frantic, shouldn't add in any panic, but he can't even think about it.] Just... Just hold on!
[he grits his teeth down, shoveling mounds of dirt out, worms wriggling in the piles thrown aside. the only thing in their favor is that the dirt is loose, it scoops out easy and isn't as densely packed as it would be normally. it doesn't make the task go back quick enough.
it's something worse every single time, isn't it? he really can't help feeling guilty, somehow. he's constantly dragging cliff into something.]
MAYBE CLIFF DIDN'T WANT THIS TROUBLEMAKER
I will! I'm working on it! [he shouts, knowing he shouldn't sound frantic, shouldn't add in any panic, but he can't even think about it.] Just... Just hold on!
[he grits his teeth down, shoveling mounds of dirt out, worms wriggling in the piles thrown aside. the only thing in their favor is that the dirt is loose, it scoops out easy and isn't as densely packed as it would be normally. it doesn't make the task go back quick enough.
it's something worse every single time, isn't it? he really can't help feeling guilty, somehow. he's constantly dragging cliff into something.]