Shiroka took a few tentative steps towards Oliver, his footsteps near silent on the hard floor. "Are you sure? It's not much, but I made sure to get one of the pastries they made this morning," he said, growing just a little closer before stopping a safe three or so feet away from him. "If you don't want it now, I can leave it here. There's milk and strawberries, too, and I could bring you some tea," he offered softly
wrong side of heaven//one on one (closed)
Oliver shook his head a little, "It'll go to waste here," He curled more up into the corner, biting his lip, "Someone else needs it more then me…" He didn't put up much more of a fight then that and he honestly coulnd't be bothered to protest further.
"There is no such thing as a waste of food for someone like you. A waste of food is a king gorging himself on a feast alone, a far cry from a pastry and strawberries," Shiroka said softly. He sat down on the floor cross-legged, the tray still in his hands. "What if I ate a piece with you? That way it would certainly not be wasted," he offered
Oliver thought it over for a few moments. He didn’t want to eat but knew Shiroka probably wouldn’t leave until he ate at least a little. He nodded slightly, “Okay… just a little, then…”
Shiroka seemed to perk at that, a small smile crossing his face. For someone always so heavily-armored and intimidating, he really looked more like a puppy at this point. "Which would you like first, the pastry or the strawberries?" he asked
Oliver frowned a little at the plate. He knew he couldn’t eat the pastry without getting sick, “Strawberries… please.” He turned his body more so he was facing Shiroka but didn’t move more then that.
Shiroka took the small plate the strawberries were on, plucking one for himself from the dish before handing it to Oliver. "Here," he said gently, sweetly, kind without being pitying
Oliver chewed on the inside of his cheek and slowly took the plate from Shiroka. He sat it on his lap and stared at it for a few moments before slowly, taking a small bite from one of the strawberries.
Shiroka glanced up at Oliver briefly just to make sure he was eating before taking a small bite out of his own. He had already had a pastry when they were first made, so he wasn't particularly hungry at the moment
Oliver got through about three strawberries before he gave in. He hadn’t been hungry in the beginning but now he felt full and didn’t want to eat anymore. The thought made him sick and he gently placed the plate away from him.
There had only been about five strawberries on the plate that Shiroka had given Oliver, so when he looked up and saw that Oliver had managed three he counted that as a small victory. "Would you like some milk to help wash it down?" he asked, offering the cup to him from where he was sitting on the floor
A small part of Oliver wanted to take a least a small sip of the drink and he looked ready to reach out and take the cup but he shook his head instead, “No thank you,”
"Are you sure? It's not good to keep from drinking something, but if you prefer I'd be happy to get you some water instead," Shiroka offered, finishing nibbling his strawberry before setting the top aside on the tray
“I-I had some water earlier, I’m okay.” A lie, and if Shiroka asked anybody he worked with he’d easily find that out. Oliver swallowed a lump in his throat and chewed on the inside of his cheek again.
Shiroka heard the way the other stammered, and with lips pursed he rose to his feet before handing him the cup. “Half the glass. Please?” he asked, trying to be just a little more firm
"Half?" Oliver looked from the cup to Shiroka then back to the cup, shifting a little in his seat, "I… I can't do half." The cup shook slightly in his hand.
“Then maybe a few sips? How about a quarter? Would that be easier?” Shiroka asked gently, looking up at Oliver through dark lashes that only added to the unintentional puppy dog eyes he was giving the other
Oliver chewed on his lip before nodding just a little. He’d try for a quarter. He lofted the cup, still slightly hesitant and took a small sip.
Shiroka looked away briefly in case Oliver felt uncomfortable with someone staring at him. He was just grateful that the other was drinking something, even if it wasn’t much
It took a couple minutes but Oliver managed to drink maybe a little more then a quarter of the milk. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of, what had been one of the princes old shirts before handing the cup back.
Shiroka took the cup and set it carefully back on the tray. He shuffled aside a tad so he could lean against the wall. “May I ask how your day has been?” he asked gently, glancing up at Oliver from where he sat below him
Oliver shrugged, going back to gazing out the window, “It was…” He paused trying to think of the right word to describe it, “Dull.” Everything was dull now. He balled his hands up in his shirt.
“Would you…like to take a walk with me then? That could perhaps make things a little more colorful?” Shiroka offered with a small smile, hoping Oliver would accept
“Um…” Oliver thought it over. He hadn’t left the castle walls for… he couldn’t remember. He probably wouldn’t walk far, he didn’t know how much energy he had but… “O-Okay… but only a short one…”
“How about just around the courtyard? Would that be alright?” Shiroka asked, smiling sweetly as he looked up at Oliver. It was clear he wasn’t aware of his own charms, something that contradicted his mean-looking armor quite a bit
Oliver nodded a little, uncurling himself from his corner slowly. His bare feet hit the floor quietly, the cold of it nipping at the exposed skin, “Um… can you pass me my boots, please?” He asked, pointing the the small pair of shoes not too far away from Shiroka.
Shiroka nodded, getting to his feet nimbly before grabbing Oliver’s boots. He handed them to him gently before taking a step back so Oliver had room to put them on
Oliver thanked him quietly before he pulled on his socks. He then slipped his feet into his boots, having to pull a little harder then normal to get them on properly as they were too small. He stood, before he looked to Shiroka, “I’m ready.”
Shiroka nodded, offering Oliver a hand once he had pulled his boots on. He was actually rather happy the other was letting him do this at the moment. It made him feel a lot better about himself, at least
Oliver reached out to take Shiroka's hand but flinched away at little at the last second as if he wasn't sure. His eyes flicked to the other's face, then to his hand as he slowly and hesitantly, took his hand.