“I have a hard time believing that,” Whitley answered simply. Perhaps people just had a different understanding on the word ‘friend’ than Schnee’s did. Either way, they didn’t really.. have friends. Just people who were beneficial to them.
Glancing up at the question, Whitley took a moment before setting his foot down again, straightening himself out. “I’m fine,” Whitley answered, somewhat tense. No.. her certainly didn’t feel comfortable at all.
Eyes glancing up at the rose in the man’s hair, Whitley shrunk back slightly. It had to be dirty. The bugs and parasites that crawled on it. The ones that were probably still in it. How could anyone just… put that in their hair? For no good reason.
Forcing himself to look back at Oscar and ignore the rose, he cleared his throat before explaining himself. “I’m just not particularly fond of plants, or anything attached to them. I’m more use to Atlas’ climate. It’s uncomfortable.” Well… it wasn’t an utter lie. All of that was true. But he’d made sure to leave out such a key element to it all. It probably sounded rather pathetic like that…
Glancing away, Whitley straightened his jaw, frowning down at the leaves on the path. “I also have my personal reasons.”
Oscar glanced up with scrunched brows. Why was the so unbelievable. Sure, Weiss could come off as rather... prissy sometimes, but according to Ruby the heiress was far less uptight now than she’d been when they first met. He wasn’t certain about when Whitley had moved to the asteroid himself, but he’d be willing to bet it hadn’t been too long ago. Oscar wasn’t a good friend of Weiss’ and even he could see that she wasn’t really the Ice Queen everyone liked to hype her up as. Maybe she put up an act in front of her brother though? While living on Mistral, he’d heard occasionally heard people about the family behind the Schnee Dust Company, so perhaps Weiss just put up an act around Whitley to fit the Schnee image.
Whitley most certainly did not look fine. Oscar wasn’t the “I can read you like a book” type of person, but it’d be difficult to not pick up on Whitley’s body language. It looked like he was pulling away from the garden and shrinking in on himself. Icy irises flashed around the plants, never managing to stay focused on Oscar for too long.
“Oh,” Oscar frowned, his voice soft and unsure of what else to say. He’d never met someone who was uncomfortable around nature before. Oscar himself loved plants so much that he’d covered his small apartment with them. “So, no plants whatsoever?”
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