[you know, if not touching cliff meant that he wasn't being buried alive, oscar would easily choose that. he's a nice guy like that, really.
but honestly, hearing his angry teenage buddy ol' pal complaining like his usual self? that's a relief. there's still a lingering, concerned knit to his brow about how hard cliff's breathing, about the remnants of evidence that he nearly suffocated, but... he's okay. and oscar's shoulders sag, just a little bit, some of the tension slipping away. the glare rolls off of him like water.
he manages a weak, shaky smile because what else can he do?]
If that's the worst damage done, I'll take it. [worms are nutritious, most likely.] I don't guess you've got any clue how you ended up in in a grave?
WORK SUCKS aka why you just getting this tag....
but honestly, hearing his angry teenage buddy ol' pal complaining like his usual self? that's a relief. there's still a lingering, concerned knit to his brow about how hard cliff's breathing, about the remnants of evidence that he nearly suffocated, but... he's okay. and oscar's shoulders sag, just a little bit, some of the tension slipping away. the glare rolls off of him like water.
he manages a weak, shaky smile because what else can he do?]
If that's the worst damage done, I'll take it. [worms are nutritious, most likely.] I don't guess you've got any clue how you ended up in in a grave?