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you say goodbye, I say KIA ORA MATE

Arorangi just gave Oliver a smile that clearly said he did not believe him one iota. He patted his shoulder consolingly and probably almost knocked the poor kid over in the process.

"There is no internet here, at least that I have seen," said Arorangi, scratching his head thoughtfully. "There is some sort of interweb thing that is only for Deus, but I have no idea how to work it. I just went to a mall in some town in the States!"

He handed Oliver yet another package, this one a little more padded.

The Thought That Counts

Apparently the only permission Oliver was willing to wait on was that of the baker herself. He happily opened up one of the little baggies, pulling out a soft and chewy chocolate chip cookie. The kid was so careful not a single crumb made it onto the bed, but despite his caution, it looked like he was truly enjoying every single bite.

He held out the bag while his mouth was still full of delicious baked goods and soft chocolate, apparently what he wanted to do with them was share them.

[ belated holiday drop offs ]

Yes, there was a good amount of toys. Awesome toys at that, some he recognized vaguely as pokemon even. Milo's gaze fell back to them for a brief moment before it returned to Oliver with a small guilty sounding chuckle and a hand scratching the back of his neck, "Sah, ya. Been off island a lot, ya. Outposts and all that, pretty cool. Get to see lots of places, though get to miss out on all the fun here, ya." He gestured back towards the bedridden hunter. The bandages and all.

"Details not needed, you doin' something cool at least?" He asked as he pulled his hand back and set it on one of the toys on the rail, shuffling it about like it were lumbering along all dinosaur like. He made some little sound effects with his mouth whilst Oliver opened his gift.

The laugh made him grin just a little more (ignoring the little protest because duh, he had to), amused as the other boy mulled over the present. "Its a sleeping bag," he explained, "from Kyoryuger. Gabutyra, the red ranger's dino, ya." He might have done a small little gabu gabu gesture during that.

you say goodbye, I say KIA ORA MATE


"Ow..." Oliver protested, rubbing his shoulder. It still hurt, but not enough to let down his mood.

"Nah, but there is internet on some of the more tech savvy camps! I think Lex was even going to find some online courses so people could get degrees and stuff!" The kid sounded enthusiastic at that prospect, that had been his destination before recruitment.

When the mug was unwrapped, Oliver gave Aro a wry look. "Is this a suggestion?" He was not a coffee drinker, but he would down more than his fair share of soda given the chance. However, here in the infirmary there was none of that stuff, nor was it advisable to give any to a kid as high-strung as Oliver was to begin with.

[ belated holiday drop offs ]


Oliver shook his head. "Um, just the Sahara..." No pun intended, but it hadn't been cool at all. In either sense of the term. But he didn't want to think about it, his mind had, for the most part, decided it wasn't yet ready to process those memories.

He might have had no idea what Milo was talking about, it all sounded like some nonsense centered around 'red ranger' and 'dino, but the novelty of a sleeping bag of all things made his face light up. "I-I don't think I understand, but that's pretty amazing! A sleeping bag..."

The kid made a bigger effort to spread it out over him, noticing it was long enough to use the dinosaur's head as a pillow. If he wasn't aching all over and attached to an IV, he might have scrambled into it right then.

you say goodbye, I say KIA ORA MATE


"I am not very tech savvy in general," Arorangi admitted with a laugh. "I grew up without a computer and a television, and here on the island is the first time I have ever had a mobile phone, so I am still getting used to that."

He beamed at Oliver. "It is for drinking whatever it is that you like to drink! I find hot chocolate to be very soothing myself."

Cheers!

"Well, yes. More immediately because you'll be too drunk to notice. After a few times, it'll be just because you've grown to like it." It seemed rather silly, really, that one had to actually get used to a taste, or that one might even go through that much effort, but Finn was determined, absolutely determined, that Oliver was going to be a whiskey drinker like the rest of them.

So often when Finn texted Ripley, he didn't get a response. So, when his phone began to buzz, it was almost startling. Pulling his phone back out, he gave it a glance.

Excellent.

He didn't bother to let Oliver in on the knowledge that Ripley was on his way, instead going back to sharing the whiskey with his young friend quietly, and wondering if he could also get away with having a smoke while he was there....

No. Probably not. Very unprofessional. And, well, dangerous of course.

When Ripley arrived, Finn turned his head to see him, and gave him a large, wolfish grin. "Oh come on now. We're celebrating! Oliver survived to be another year older, and I got a promotion~" He managed to get a hold of the flask again and took another long swig.

"Bah. The princess likes having me around. Besides, I'd like to see you try and get me out of here."

Though he was sure Ripley had ways. Cunning ways. Maybe even sexy ways.

Perhaps it would have been wiser not to challenge him.

GOOD MORNING

Now that she wasn't fidgeting and was actually paying attention, she could hear him. Kind of. After the first mumble she had to lean in though, trying to hear him, which put her face - well, her ear - terribly close to his.

"You want me to stay? Is that what you said?" She was pretty sure, but still. "Gawd you're a quiet one!" She teased, poking at him lightly out of mild fear he was still injured.