[ to doing better next time, sans had once told her. for the people depending on us.
together, they had made that promise, and since then olivia has been striving to upholding it. it isn't easy, not when her very nature has her instinctively running away from the first sign of discomfort, but she had a lot to make up for... and if someone she'd almost hurt was willing to forgive her — maybe someone she actually did hurt could too.
that's why she's here, now, quietly wandering about the expansive courtyard of oska. she tries not to watch her reflection along the glass walls of the greenhouses that she passes by, but every now and then her eyes will stray. she spots the telltale pink of her hair, the nervous way she chews on her bottom lip, the flash of something blue and white.
by the time she finally spots him, she's probably worn her bottom lip down enough to strike blood, but she doesn't seem to notice, too preoccupied by the breath caught in her throat. ]
U-Um. Mr. Fruit...? [ she squeaks quietly, trying to approach him from behind as tentatively as possible. ]
action; idk sometime after the tasks...
together, they had made that promise, and since then olivia has been striving to upholding it. it isn't easy, not when her very nature has her instinctively running away from the first sign of discomfort, but she had a lot to make up for... and if someone she'd almost hurt was willing to forgive her — maybe someone she actually did hurt could too.
that's why she's here, now, quietly wandering about the expansive courtyard of oska. she tries not to watch her reflection along the glass walls of the greenhouses that she passes by, but every now and then her eyes will stray. she spots the telltale pink of her hair, the nervous way she chews on her bottom lip, the flash of something blue and white.
by the time she finally spots him, she's probably worn her bottom lip down enough to strike blood, but she doesn't seem to notice, too preoccupied by the breath caught in her throat. ]
U-Um. Mr. Fruit...? [ she squeaks quietly, trying to approach him from behind as tentatively as possible. ]