Vigil-anti x cinnamon role? with someone new? (TIS CLOSED, PLEASE STALK...if you want)

“Good for you, Wesley. You can do something productive now.” Oliver gave a thumbs up for emphasis.
Much to Oliver’s joy, Wesley did get started on something. Even if organizing was one of the easiest jobs, at least she did something. As long as Oliver could make it seem like she owed him something, it would hopefully be worth it in the end.
“Hey Oliver. What would you do if I bought you a better pair of sunglasses? Ones that actually looked good and weren’t out of fashion.”
He figured that Wesley would try to keep up a conversation while working. Probably another excuse to work slower.
“If you even think of touching my precious glasses, you will die by my hands Wesley.”

(We can skip to the lunch.)
“Dang, okay Oliver.” Wesley laughed. “Are you actually going to go to lunch?”
Oliver wanted to throw items off the shelves onto Wesley. Could she stop this conversation already? She’d probably end up forcing Oliver to go anyways.
“It doesn’t really matter if I decide to go or not, right?” He said.
Thankfully, Wesley ended off the conversation there. Though it didn’t seem like she was working any faster, so there was only one win for Oliver.

Wesley showed up at Oliver’s door nice and early knowing that he’d be nowhere near ready. Instead of waiting for him to answer the door, she used the ‘emergency’ key that she’d stolen off him from a while back.
She’d forced Oliver into some actual clothes and pulled him out into the world to have lunch. The only thing that annoyed Oliver the most, was that he didn’t have enough time to make sure he had enough gum for the day incase Wesley kept him out for longer. His sunglasses were also rather crooked before Wesley let him fix them.
“Just be glad that someone’s getting lunch for us Oliver.” Wesley tried to get Oliver into a better mood, but it wasn’t really working since she was evidently just going for the dog.

Wesley pulled out her phone to check the message from Raz, ignoring whatever Oliver had said to her.
Wesley was about to announce something, probably excited for lunch. Oliver stopped her, “We better not stop to talk with every dog you see on the way.”
She looked at him like it was a joke. As if Wesley wasn’t going to do that, even if Oliver left her behind. Though she’d more likely be dragged along, and hopelessly reminded that there’d be a dog at lunch for her to spend all the time in the world with.

After managing to drag Wesley far enough so that he could try and find Raziel, Wesley chose in that moment that she could walk on her own.
She ran up to Raziel and Jax, waving, “Sorry we had you waiting!”
Though it seemed more like she was just talking to the dog, and she proceeded with focusing only on Jax. Oliver dragged his feet and got himself to the table, still not ready to fo anywhere and annoyed that he had to drag Wesley all this way to get mildly on time.
“Sorry for being late. It’s on both of us this time, since I was sleeping in and Wesley needed me to drag her here- away from all of the dogs.”

“I should probably go out more though. And for Wesley, anything involving a dog is worth more than everything else,” Oliver said, and sat down. “I should get out of the habit of sleeping until the afternoon sometimes, as well.”
At the very least, Raziel was polite. If Wesley was more manageable of herself, then everything would’ve been fine. Save, for Oliver being woken up way too early. If he kept with his usual schedule, he’d probably end up nocturnal though.

Oliver didn’t know if his sleeping habits could be called ‘just having a nap’ and ‘healthy’. He also didn’t count the amount of sleep on girls average, so his opinion didn’t really matter.
He ordered only a drink, not wanting to have a weird aftertaste in his mouth. Bubblegum couldn’t work it’s magic if it didn’t taste right.
He yawned, very much disappointed he couldn’t ‘rest his eyes’ here, “You’ve got Wesley now though. Rather- your dog does. If you end up inviting her over, she become pretty attached.”

“Hey, no pressure. There’s plenty of other dogs in the world. It’s not like I care about her addiction or whatever either.”
Oliver took note of Raziel’s reaction, then quickly switched to thinking about how much longer he’d need to be there. Probably not the best idea, and he didn’t really need to get out of there fast. But, he couldn’t help himself. Maybe he’d go back to sleep after this. He could go see his mother too- that might be a good idea.

“It’s fine. I’m in no rush, and my mother will just keep on telling me to go out more and make friends. I guess Wesley just isn’t enough for her,” Oliver tried a smile. “The only thing that’s really important would be to just go to sleep again, but that can wait. I I also technically have to make sure Wesley get’s back okay before she gets kidnapped or something.”
Oliver was bluffing a bit, but apparently other people’s feeling were very important in upholding healthy relationships. His mother would be happy to hear that he had lunch with someone other than himself though- however she could express that happiness.

“I couldn’t tell you Wesley’s favourite colour. We are definitely not a couple, and I don’t normally see her out of work at all.” Oliver understood where Raziel was coming from, but he was very dissapointed in the fact that he was being associated with Wesley. “She kind of just depends on me to cover her slacking, so she’s just leeching.”
Now, while talking to someone properly, other than Wesley, he could see why his mother encouraged him to make more friends. Or at least sort of. It was also better to have someone with a different personality than Wesley.

(Sorry for not replying yet! I don’t want you to think I’m abandoning this. I’ve just got this chunk of school work that I procrastinated about to the last minute that I need to get over. I’ll reply as soon as I can!)

(I finished some of my biggest projects and my renaissance painting, so I should be able to respond regularly again.)
“I guess so …” he trailed off. “So, what do you do around here? Like your work, or hobbies or whatever …”
Oliver cringed a bit on the inside at his desperate attempt to keep the conversation alive. His mother told him that people like having long conversations. But having some deep and meaningful conversation with someone he just met, didn’t seem like a top idea. Small talk was much less enjoyable too, and talking to people that weren’t that important to him.

“I’m just trying to follow my mothers advice,” Oliver shot Raziel a sheepish grin. “I haven’t made any long-term decisions about how this will go.”
Honestly, Oliver was never that invested in associating with people in general. Having relationships with random people didn’t really have a bonus, so it wasn’t that worth it. Though, if his mother needed him to have healthy relationships, then so be it. She was probably trying to get him to understand why people associated so much.

“I guess so. I could see her more, though I stick to seeing her about a few times a month, and I check in every week.”
If Oliver felt safe enough, he would visit her everyday. He did try and do that before, but his mother told him he should go out and do more. So, he of course does most of whatever his mother tells him to do. But he still gets a bit paranoid about her, and managed to create a schedule where he can check in every week. He’ll normally bring flowers or something too.

"She'd probably appreciate it more if I brought in a couple of friends though. It'd probably be dangerous to bring Wesley. Gotta make some choices though, 'You win some, you lose some'," he said. It was unbelievably relieving to see that the conversation was dragging on. He really did have to make some choices though, and he always decided it would be better off with him committing more time to make her healthy again, than anything else.