[Oscar had a hunch that he couldn't necessarily trust anyone's cooking in this house after hearing about Paul straining rice with his hands, and as such came prepared... with a casserole dish loaded with mac and cheese, a special on the farm for weekend potlucks and other such gatherings.
Besides food, he had made good on his promise to Kaworu and brought along a sheet and a variety of washable tempera paints with an assortment of tools for people to play with. He expected people to be drunk, but he didn't plan to partake in any tequila himself.
If it seemed like he kept stealing glances towards the locked study... no he wasn't. You're imagining it.]
Late
[...Or, maybe you weren't. Later in the evening features a much different Oscar, who is more decidedly done but still sticking to his personal values and not uttering a word of his experience to the others. When he wasn't sourly avoiding the antics of drunk or stoned people, he was staring out into the distance with a haunted expression shadowing his eyes.
Eventually, he became tempted to try the spice.... and misjudged, accidentally taking far more than he had intended.
Oops.
The farmlad could be found flopped over on the sofa next to a potted plant he had somehow found, gently fondling it's leaves while he stared up into the nothingness of the ceiling, quietly muttering what seemed like nonsense to himself.]
What do you mean you never got over her? Didn't she kill your kids? And you?
...Oh. Yeah... after taking a swim like that, no one was ever gonna save her. No matter how sweetly she looked at you.
...
You seriously didn't get any idea of trouble when you looked in her eyes?
Oscar Pine | RWBY | OTA
Early
[Oscar had a hunch that he couldn't necessarily trust anyone's cooking in this house after hearing about Paul straining rice with his hands, and as such came prepared... with a casserole dish loaded with mac and cheese, a special on the farm for weekend potlucks and other such gatherings.
Besides food, he had made good on his promise to Kaworu and brought along a sheet and a variety of washable tempera paints with an assortment of tools for people to play with. He expected people to be drunk, but he didn't plan to partake in any tequila himself.
If it seemed like he kept stealing glances towards the locked study... no he wasn't. You're imagining it.]
Late
[...Or, maybe you weren't. Later in the evening features a much different Oscar, who is more decidedly done but still sticking to his personal values and not uttering a word of his experience to the others. When he wasn't sourly avoiding the antics of drunk or stoned people, he was staring out into the distance with a haunted expression shadowing his eyes.
Clearly someone found trouble.
Eventually, he became tempted to try the spice.... and misjudged, accidentally taking far more than he had intended.
Oops.
The farmlad could be found flopped over on the sofa next to a potted plant he had somehow found, gently fondling it's leaves while he stared up into the nothingness of the ceiling, quietly muttering what seemed like nonsense to himself.]
What do you mean you never got over her? Didn't she kill your kids? And you?
...Oh. Yeah... after taking a swim like that, no one was ever gonna save her. No matter how sweetly she looked at you.
...
You seriously didn't get any idea of trouble when you looked in her eyes?