^theres a rap tap tapping at the front door^
Oh- hold on!!!
*Oliver quickly put his sketchbook away, the anons can catch a glimpse of a page covered on different drawings of Raven. They're clearly practice but their are also little hearts doodled. He floats through a few walls to get to the front door but he opens it normally*
Hellooo..?
^a small, about 3 feet (about 4 including ears), copper colored Belgian hare stands on the other side. A deep teal knitted shirt on, and surprisingly long fur on their head that resembles hair. Said fur is also tied up in a ponytail with the help of a navy scrunchie. She looks up at Oliver, paws behind her back… then grins showing of a mismatch of canine and molars with normal hare teeth up front^
Hello~ Heard you talking smack! :3 A bit rude of you to talk so poorly of the gods that brought your brother back from the dead.
*he blinks a few times in surprise before giving them an extremely nervous smile. His stutter worsens the more he tries to talk to them, he's very clearly terrified*
I-I didn't mean- cause you're- you're one of them right-?
I swear I didn't mean anything bad, I just- I was- I'm worried about my brothers and- I'm sorry I really didn't mean to mean-
Uh-
Y-you're right though-... I'm sorry, you did kinda- do exactly what I asked... Um- a-are you gonna help...? My brothers that is-
^she watches and listens to him talk, only blinking or one of their ears slightly moving. When Oliver is done, they roll their eyes and chuckles^
Geez, I’m pulling yer leg! I don’t really care if you hate us or not, truthfully! But yes, I’m one of them, and I am going to help… just not in a way where I get involved. At least, not yet….
^their smile softens, an attempt to seem more approachable and less scary^
I do have a present that can help, that is if you’ll let me in.
That doesn't-... That doesn't sound like helping...
*despite the muttering to himself, Oliver opens the door more and steps to the side to let the rabbit star inside*
Thank you!~
^she happily hop-steps her way inside, almost skipping. She looks around, taking everything in^
And it may not sound like helping, but trust me- if I didn’t give this to anyone, none of you would have found it. Only beings who know about the secret hiding spot is Eldritch and I, and I intend to keep it that way!~
^they continue moving forward, straight towards Oliver’s room^
Uh-... Wh-where are you going?? What is it-??
*Oliver hesitantly and nervously follows the bunny. He floats through walls and stays behind them, but he follows nonetheless. Oliver's house is cleaner than usual, any of the usual discarded objects stream across the floor now neatly up on shelves. You can see a science experiment on the floor, a test tube with a small air right cap that appears to have... A bug in it? It has a sticky note on it that says "do NOT open" in very neat but quick handwriting.*
^she looks at the test tube, staring as her ears turn towards it. Her body keeps moving forward til it comes to a stop because of their head not following, then the body backtracks before standing still. They bend down and pick up the big tube, moving it around to inspect the bug^
Hmmm… I was going to just check your rooms first any snoops or spies, but now I’m intrigued by this thing! Is it deadly??
*upon being picked up the bug inside begins to fly around— or rather bounce around as the tube isn't large enough to fly around in without hitting into the walls repeatedly*
Uh- I don't know- Jarry said not to touch that-! He said it was- uhhh wait the word was like- uhhh- I don't know, it's his-... experiment...
*he looks at it properly for the first time since she picked it up and he looks very confused*
Wait where did the red stuff go..?
*Oliver floats closer and pokes the glass experiment gently which just causes the bug to bounce around more aggressively. He floats back like it scared him*
Uhhh- we should put this down I think-
^when Oliver looks back at her, the star’s pupils are now wide enough to cover the entire wires of their eyes. They put their thumb on the top of the beaker, making sure whatever is sealing it doesn’t come off^
I wanna shake it. VICIOUSLY.
*Oliver looks mortified at the idea but somehow also amused, like he had the same thought but decided it would be an awful idea. Should he be ashamed he had the same thought as the star that finds torturing his friends fun? He decides not to think about it*
I don't- that's Jarry's experiment- what if we mess it up?? Then he'll think I did it... Again...
A-and it's not like Jarry'll just no questions believe when I say "it was a star in a bunny's body"...
^their nose wrinkles as Oliver mentions Jarry blaming him instead of them, but chuckles at the last bit before carefully putting the bug-in-a-tub back on the desk^
Fi~ne, but only cause you’re still one of my creation’s favorite… and because there’s more pressing matters!
^they continue hop-skipping along towards Oliver’s room^
*Oliver slowly follows behind them and he mumbles some form of thank you as he does so. He seems very suspicious of the star but he doesn't make any move to stop them*
So uh- w-what is the uh- the thingy..? The present thingy-
^she hums, then stops as they both reach his door. She reaches her paw up, standing on her tippy toes, and grabs hold of the doorknob. They look up at Oliver^
We need to make sure we are in a more private room. Somewhere more private! E :3 Rather not have someone spying via a camera.
*The door is locked. Oliver doesn't do anything at first*
Oh... I guess that makes se- wait are there cameras in here?? Why are- I don't show up on cameras like half the time why would they even- oh can you not open the door-? S-sorry I have a habit of locking them-
*Oliver mumbles something the star can't quite catch as he floats through the door to unlock it. There are two clicks as he unlocks the door, as soon as it's unlocked he pokes his head through*
You can probably come through now..!
^she stands there, silently watching for a minute with their head tilted. They almost respond to the camera comment till he changes the subject to unlocking the door. She now looks a tad confused^
Thank you…? I nearly thought you would fight a bit more against letting me in, but alright-
^she shrugs and enters, looking around the room^
And no, there isn’t any inside. Just some outside. PT got rid of all the ones inside everyone’s home ages ago after their fight with 🔥, but left ones outside for security incase things happened. Smart cookie, that one.
*Oliver's room is messy, but not annoyingly so. It has a few drawings on the floors, most of them unsettlingly realistic pictures of eyes, foxes, and tall buildings all done with the same shade of deep crimson red. Oliver doesn't even acknowledge these and instead goes straight to stand in front of a dresser as though he's blocking it from being opened
Well- I mean- you had a point... When you said I should be nicer to you..? E-even if it was a joke... you did kinda do exactly what I asked you to, and you're being pretty nice right now... So- m-maybe you're just not all that bad..?
*he chooses to ignore the fact that PT had the cameras there, simply rolling his eyes*
^she watches with curiosity as he blocks a cabinet so purposefully that the action gets a soft snort from her. She decides not to mess with him about it, knowing Eldritch would rather enjoy doing it herself^
Well, I appreciate your efforts then. I’ll admit, I am the eldest of the three of us, so I’ve mellowed out a tad more over the years than the others have…. I think..? It’s up for debate, but I like to think I’m more chill! Just a ta~ad bit of a chatter box.
^she picks up a few drawings, admiring the detail before sniffing the red liquid used to draw them^
These are really nice by the way! Are you self taught, or did you go to a class to learn?
*The liquid smells like blood. Nothing artificial, nothing fake, it smells metalic like only blood would. It's dry completely but doesn't quite look like it. Oliver quickly reaches forward in an attempt to take the drawing away from them*
I- uh- s-self taught I guess- can I have that back??
*something the star may notice, something consistant across the drawings, is that they all have tears and rips in them. Like possibly the person who made them was very aggressive with them*
^i stare at him for a minute, expression blank^
^I stick out my tongue and gently licking said blood on paper without looking away from him, then hold out the papers to him^
Here.
I- wha- o-okay-??
*he takes the paper and quickly success it into the drawer he's standing in front of*
That was weird but- okay??
So uhm- this gift- do you have it or-??