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GOOD MORNING

"Cool! Be sure to text me when you get it back, okay?" That way she could stalk him, and stalking was fun.

"You're not ugly." Harley corrected in a sing-song voice, clearly pleased despite the context. But this Milo figure seemed like the best person to be talking about at this point in time, and so she happily moved along subjects.

"Oh, I see! So probably okay, then. I'll keep an eye for super heroes; he sounds like a blast!" She mused, strumming her fingers on the bed (and accidentally his leg, because she wasn't paying that close attention).

"Are you sure I can't get you anything? Water? A book? Nothing?"

Cheers!

"s**t, maybe I should have brought you the cheap stuff, than maybe you'd have some ******** appreciation for this particular brand, and years, finery." Finn replied, reaching to grab the flask again for another sip of his own, all while using his other hand to dig out his phone, which he quickly used to send out an all important text.



And then, just because he knew Oliver couldn't handle the whole damn thing anyways, he took another swig before handing the flask back.

[ belated holiday drop offs ]

Being off island did tend to suck sometimes; missing out on the happenings of Deus for one, meeting new people and keeping up with everyone but another now seemed to be late holiday present giving. (Milo at least managed to find an awesome shopping spot).

After a few rounds of random belated gift givings, Milo was finally on his last few. Those of which were a little difficult to locate, it seemed; probably more or less as away as he had been. But one in particular finally caught his ear, giving the Sun hope of knocking one more off his list - even if it didn't seem the happiest of locations. He sure hoped Oliver wasn't in any terrible sort of condition, having not heard what had happened but honestly had to feel a bit of weird pride to hear the little dude had been put in the infirmary for whatever reason; this would give the brunet a chance to tell Oliver how possibly awesome he had been or something.

"Dude, so this is where you've been ~" Milo greeted once he finally found the right spot and pulled back the curtain, his usual grin and his usual cheer plastered all over his face. He made note of the other gifts littered about the other boy and the location of bandages - which ... actually didn't seem terrible? (But, not like he had looked at Oliver's chart or anything to really see.... probably wouldn't). "Probably got an awesome story here, ya?" His eyebrows might have wiggled just a little as he plopped a rather large bag on Oliver's stomach.

Thankfully it wasn't too heavy, despite its size. "A bit late with one present but then I heard I was actually on time with another." Inside, Oliver would find like the coolest thing ever along with an assortment of Pocky and Japanese Kit Kats of varying flavors (and a 'dude, we should totally spar!' coupon).

GOOD MORNING

"OR~ Or, you could do both?" Because a map was cool but wandering alone was horrible. Doing both seemed like the proper response, and the best of the options, and therefore was the one she wanted.

"Well, unless the other half of your face is a massive melting gelatinous blob of pus on a daily basis, I can't imagine you being ugly." She pat his leg, realizing now that she was doing it, and finally slid her hand away, tucking it around her own ankles again. When he refused anything, she gave a small sigh.

"Well, I guess...maybe, I should leave you to nap?"

Cheers!


Oliver just frowned at the explanation, but to his credit, when the flask was passed back he made another attempt at a drink. Although he couldn't exactly wrinkle his nose, the way his mouth twisted was enough to show Finn exactly how he felt about it.

"Does it get any better, the more you drink it?" He asked, it seemed about the only explanation for why Finn would smuggle in a whole flask full of the stuff. At that point he wasn't sure what to think about it all, supposedly drinking was a pleasurable experience, but it was nothing remarkable save for the awful, burning flavour.

Oliver had taken another sip and was busy making a face when Ripley entered, but he swallowed the drink with a cough and smiled. He was not surprised to have extra company though, the two were really good friends, and often where one went, another would often show up. "Hi Ripley, Finn is okay here. Did he wake you up too?"

[ belated holiday drop offs ]

Oliver was already surrounded by little toys, dinosaurs lined up against the bed's guard rail, and a basket of pokemon plushies on the floor next to the bed. He looked up almost guiltily, like a child up past his bedtime.

"Milo! I haven't seen you around lately," the boy finally cracked a smile, sheepish though it was. "Um. I-I d-don't remember the details," he said rather quickly, glancing at the monitors, the edge of the bed, everything until the large bag landed right in his lap.

Oliver blushed. "Ah, y-you didn't have to," he protested weakly. The toys around him indicated it was a much overused statement at that point, one he could no longer argue with any force, yet still caused him some degree of embarrassment. How was he supposed to get all of this stuff back to his room?

As he pulled out the sleeping bag and unfolded it across his lap, he laughed. It was so much like Milo to find a mecha dinosaur thing like that. But he didn't understand what it was right away, instead he straightened it out like a blanket, and curiously examined it's stuffed head, shoving one arm into it's mouth. His hand couldn't find the end of the opening. "Wow, it's open here."

The Thought That Counts

"Oh good, I'm glad!" Poor Oliver seemed in distress still, so Molly's hand rested more firmly on his shoulder, and she kept it there, rubbing it gently. She gave him a fox eyed smile, but then gasped. "Oh my goodness! Of course you can!" She exclaimed, shocked by the notion he'd even ask.

"They're your cookies and it's your birthday! You can do whatever you want with them!"

Maybe she also should have asked if he was allowed to be eating that kind of stuff now. Oops. Oh well!