while it was rare that olaf found himself obtaining any true enemies, he attracted the occasional unwanted attention from the enemies that his older brother had. he had casually mentioned marshall in conversation, not realizing it would set off someone nearby and leading them to threaten and chase him. he ran down the pavement, near breathless, looking for any viable places to hide. if it hadn’t been an emergency he would have never chosen to seek safe haven in a place like pleasure island, but he was desperate. he skidded to a stop once he crossed the threshold, cheeks flushed from the physical exertion. his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he immediately locked eyes with someone, figuring his dramatic entrance had attracted further attention to himself. “i’m gonna be honest right now, i’m not legal to drink but i need somewhere to hide out. some guys want to beat me up and i’d rather not let that happen.” he nervously laughed as he rubbed his arm. “you can kick me out if you want but please don’t yell at me, you look like a bond villain and i’m not mentally prepared to be yelled at again yet.”