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[ollieinoue]

Tate Theater. Sometime during the Spring Fling. ??? [ @ogdencollegerp ]

g: you want to help ?? g: come to the auditorium's control booth in fifteen minutes xx

He had made this bed for himself right? He couldn't really complain. However anxiety was still bubbling up inside of him, but also interest. He was an inherently curious person, and it's not like he had to do with someone told him to do. But as he excused himself from the dance, he couldn't help but think of last year. Sam mysteriously excusing herself from their conversation and saying she was just going to go back to her room. It gave him anxiety. Not for fear of something that could happen to him, but just thinking about everything that already had.

So, he headed from the reception hall to the Tate Theater and up the steps to where the control booth was located. It wasn't the first clandestine meeting he had been sent on, and maybe it wouldn't even be his last. And as he opened the door he couldn't help but be reminded of Mean Girls. Coach Carr??? Maybe he was here to find some professor making out with some student. How normal would that be.

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Ollie frowned, concern growing a bit more off of Parker's concern. "He doesn't really like asking for help when something is wrong," he said, a dry smile crossing his face. "Men…" Which did include himself in that statement. But he was trying to be better. Monty… He wasn't quite as sure. Despite their pact to tell each other the truth about everything, he couldn't help but feel like there was a lot Monty wasn't telling him. He … didn't mind too much, because he had a feeling had a lot to do with whatever the hell was happening with G. Sure, they all had a lot to hide. It was just a little sad to him that he thought he had to hide whatever it was. And that made the concern even worse because… What if this had to do with G too? It wouldn't be the first time they put Monty in a shitty scenario.

His internal fretting was pushed to the side when Parker spoke again. "I'm glad too," Ollie said, nodding his head, and reaching over to nudge her with his elbow. "I'm happy for you too. Jesse really cares about you, you know?" His mouth quirked up a little bit into a smile, though maybe it wasn't fully formed. "It's hard to not feel like there is a ticking clock on all of this, though. Right? Does it feel like that to you too? Monty's really worried about me leaving…"

ollie's expression answered her question before his words could, the muscles in parker's own face dropping into a sort of ah, shit frown. it, amusingly enough, was quickly met with a small breath of laughter. it was just one of those things that'd felt—that had been—a bit dramatic, but made her feel silly to talk about now. still, she pushed down the desire to backtrack and reassure ollie that no, actually, it's totally fine. whether or not monty did remember, he'd seemed so off. that was the important thing, that still remained.

"yeah, i'm good, just picked up on a sort of frantic, on-edge vibe. like," parker's nose scrunched in that amused way that it did, "more-so than usual. and i still don't feel like we're at a place where i could, like, show up at his dorm and ask." even if she wanted to. to be fair, though, when was she not mentally banging her head against a wall and shouting, tell me! tell me everything! what the fuck!

a beat passed before she spoke up again. "i'm glad you guys are spending a lot more time together again. feels like the universe is balancing back out just a little bit."

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Ollie lowered his head and smiled at the ground when Monty gave him his jacket. He pushed his hands through the sleeves, and kicked at Monty's shoe. It took a lot to pretend like there wasn't a giddy sort of feeling bubbling up in his chest, but he didn't stiffle the small giggle that accompanied it. "I guess I can keep this and you'll have to find something else to wear from now on," he teased, leaning over to knock his shoulder against Monty's.

Whether he would graduate remained to be seen. It wasn't even G that had to be the one to take him down. All it would take was one stupid student to send the whole thing tumbling down. But he tried not to think about that too hard. Instead he nodded his head, "Oddly, all of those things are on my list of a perfect date." Hardly even a joke either. Sounded like a fun evening. He leaned back against the railing dividing the line from the bumper cars and hummed a little bit as he thought. "I was tagging everything. The stairwell of my apartment, the sidewalk, buildings, the subway… Everything." And he had only been caught a few times, and brought back to his parents. Then 'grounded' and it would start all over again. "Oh, mostly dickbutts, and normal dicks, and my initials. Like any twelve year old boy would be drawing." He laughed a little bit. "I was never that creative, or much of an artist."

"Here --" Monty stood a little straighter as he shrugged out of his jacket, moving to drape it over Ollie's shoulders. His head tilted to look him over, gaze darting down and then up again, eyes crinkling at the corners from the widening of his smile. "We can start the transformation right now. Swap something with me later." Hands slid into his jean pockets while shrugging, although he was pretty sure he had plenty of Ollie's clothes scattered around his room already. The accidental domesticity of finding a shirt that he did but didn't recognize gave him a pleasant thrill every now and then. He quietly hadn't returned his necklace from Valentine's Day, either, occasionally coiling it around itself and clipping it to his belt loop. He'd continue to not remind Ollie about it.

Monty exhaled another tongue-clicking scoff and rolled his eyes, swaying in Ollie's direction to bump their arms together. "Shhh," he hushed, like he was trying to avoid a jinx, promising, "you'll graduate." Everyone who'd been due to did so last year, hadn't they? Even with the fire? Worst case scenario, he imagined the ceremony might get delayed or cancelled, due to an act of G, but diplomas would still be mailed out. Ollie would still get out of there, and that's what mattered most, anyway. Brows lifting expectantly , Monty matched the other's excited, wide-eyed look before giving into a breathy laugh. "Okay, so… so far we have streaking, mini golf, and graffiti." He ticked each off on a finger as he spoke, smile splitting into a grin and trying to come up with a spot around Ogden that'd be fun to vandalize. The brand new Commons building was his first thought. Why not skyrocket the blood pressure of every member of the school board before leaving for the summer? "What kind of stuff were you tagging at twelve?" Monty asked, laughing again as he pictured child!Ollie in the act, sneaking out late to spread art under the cover of darkness with friends. "Did you have a signature doodle you were spraying all over the place?"

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Ollie fiddled with the black mesh scarf on his outfit, wandering through the event venue, and spotting Jesse. He felt like they hadn't talked in a long time, and he could figure out why that was, but he hadn't really thought about their fight in many weeks now so it was all whatever to him. He had never been one to stay angry at someone for longer than a week, for better or worse. So, he made his way over and tilted his head a little bit. "Be the change you want to see in the world," Ollie said, shrugging his shoulders. "Only more evidence that G is actually AI. It's making everyone lazy and complacent. What? Jesse Hart can't even figure out how to cause a scandal without their help now?" He teased. "Please."

WHERE: spring fling. WHO: open.

"What are the chances," Jesse drawled as he felt rather than saw the presence of someone else, "that tonight ends in absolute fuckin' disaster?" The hint of a wry smile curled at the corner of his mouth. If G had taught them anything, it was that no event was complete without something going horribly wrong. "Maybe it's fucked up, but I kind of hope it does. If it's gonna be my last spring fling, at least make it memorable."

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Ollie grimaced, his teeth pressing together as he looked at Diego. "What if I did though?" he said, leaning in closer to him. "Bro. You don't get it. I sent the Dean's name in on New Years Eve when G asked us who we thought had to do with all this shit. I said the Dean, and the moment we got back guess who was arrested?" He wasn't crazy to make that connection right? He wasn't being overly egotistical and self centered. Well, not more than usual. It was crazy that it happened immediately after. "I mean not that I regret it, I'll be honest. Put him behind bars." For as long as was possible. "But like… I don't know, bro." He shook his head a little bit, clicking his tongue. At the very least, and maybe more likely but Ollie didn't see it this way, it was a crazy coincidence. "You're right though," he finally said, with a sigh as he flopped down backwards onto Diego's bed, "when people want to cover things up they're not going to make a big deal about it. Hopefully he at least stays away for a few months." Until they were gone, that was all he needed.

He looked over at Ollie, eyes moving over his clearly anxious exterior, and giving a deep frown. "Hey," Diego started, "listen, I know that things are … really crazy, but it's not like any of this is your fault. If the Dean does come back he's not going to have it out for you, he's probably not even going to act like he was gone. That's the thing about sweeping things under the rug." That was how it made sense to him. And besides, it wasn't like Ollie was the one who was responsible for the Dean's arrest. "Don't let this make you start over thinking about everything. I know how you get," he added, nudging Ollie with his elbow.

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"That's true I feel like nobody would really appreciate my nudity like they should," Ollie said, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Maybe he'd do it during graduation. That was kind of like … the standard right? Someone had to streak. It might has well be him. He leaned his elbow over onto Monty's shoulders as they waited for the line to move, a small grin crossing his face. The idea that this minigolf course knew who they were enough they had to switch clothes or go by aliases. He'd paid cash to get them in, so they were probably in the clear. "I'll absolutely give you an outfit to wear if you want," he said, tilting his head in Monty's direction his grin widening. "I'd love to see you wear my clothes." He was fairly certain Monty would, and did, wear a lot of his clothes pretty unironically, but maybe he could give him a crop top to wear.

He leaned up onto his tiptoes to try and calculate how many more groups needed to go before them, as he looked towards where his eyes were directed. Ollie snorted, looking back at Monty with an enthusiastic nod. "Bro, I sure fucking hope it is," he said, head tilting upwards as he laughed. At least they had plans for later that night. Longer term plans made him pause a consider for a few moments. Was there anything he wanted to do before he left? "Graduating would be nice," he said, playing it off with a small smile. But something inside him still worried that might not happen for some reason or another. You never knew… Though a second later he turned back to Monty with an open mouthed gasp, and a wide eyed expression. "I know what I want to do," he said, pointing at him, the grin coming back to his face. "I want to tag something. Something really important..." That sounded like it'd be fun. Ollie chuckled a little bit, shaking his head. "You know I used to do that a lot when I was younger. It was sort of like … my gateway into delinquency when I was twelve. No where in Washington Heights was the same after me."

"But you shouldn't," he warned with a very serious look at Ollie, letting the scolding hang for a few seconds before coming in with the punchline, "because you need room to frolic if you're gonna streak. Your nudity would be wasted here." Monty clucked his tongue while glancing around the carnival, his smile already returning. Even if they couldn't find the same place again, it sounded nice to get away from Ogden for a while, for just a day trip. Maybe they'd even stumble upon some other hidden gem along the way. He scoffed before he could say as much, eyes rolling back to Ollie. "Yeah, a loser teenager," he muttered, petulant and joking. "Maybe we should plan on going incognito when we go. Swap clothes and use aliases or something."

Monty was considering suitable fake names as the line shuffled forward, a new batch of riders already rumbling around in the fenced off space. "Look, that's us," he said, nudging Ollie's side before pointing at a pair of bumper cars right as one rear-ended the other. He looked back with what really should've been classified as a shit-eating grin, but Monty liked to think of himself as charming. He shook his head while exhaling a soft chuckle, asking after a moment, "What's one thing you wanna do before you're outta here?" Ollie was the one on more of a time crunch, after all.

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"That's broad. What about life?" He asked. There was a lot to it. There was a lot to contemplate about it. He felt like he was in an eternal state of life contemplation almost every second of the day. His mouth quirked up into a small smile, and he gave a shrug. "I never got into MIT," he said, not quite certain if he had ever clarified that to Anya or not. Though they might have figured as much, since he had never said anything about it. There was no way he would have been able to exist without saying he'd gotten into MIT. "I'm applying to University of Tokyo, but not until their standard school intake for April. Applications don't open until August and I won't know until December." He shrugged his shoulders. It was completely done and sitting a USB stick in his room, but he couldn't send it in yet. "I'm planning on moving there either way. I've filed for a passport and everything already." It felt so crazy to him that that was something that was actually happening. "But I'll be around here until winter next year, I think."

His smile widened into a grin, and Ollie laughed a little bit. "I did come here with Monty, so it's looking good that I probably will be kissing someone here sometime tonight." He hoped so anyway. Unless everything went tits up, but so far so good. "What about you? Are you looking to slip someone some tongue tonight?"

"Would you believe me if I said I was contemplating life?" They ask, straightening their back until it no longer met the brick wall. "It's the dullest answer, I know, but it's the truth." There's a faint speckle of stars across the night sky. She'd always found them to be a grounding force, the stars. Something that remained the same, no matter what else changed. But it was hard not to wonder if their light was any dimmer than it had been before Greer had gone missing. "Did you ever hear back about your master's applications? And as a substitute non-future question, have you kissed anyone at this party?"

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He raised his eyebrows as Parker explained what happened a tight lipped sort of smile crossing his face, more a curious expression than an actual smile though. "No, he didn't say anything about that to me. But if he was really that drunk he probably didn't remember." He held back the question of 'sooo does this mean you've made up?' because clearly that was not what this meant. Parker didn't seem to think they'd made up anyway. Maybe that had been Monty's intention in some drunken fucked up way. "It sounds strange. Sorry that happened, must have been weird." He shook his head a little bit. "Do you … want me to talk to him about it? I mean… I'll be honest, if I do and it's something he didn't bring up he might just deny it, or get weird about it anyway." Monty could get stubborn when he was embarrassed and didn't want to talk about things. Or he may really just not remember. Even though whatever was going on sounded like he really was probably going through it, and it may be something he should talk about. "Are you good?"

oh, good. though the voice that rang through parker's head was heavily laced with sarcasm, perhaps it didn't have to be. maybe this was something monty had already told ollie, in a rolling-his-eyes-god-can-you-imagine sort of way. if they'd been seeing each-other practically every day, there was a great chance that that was the case.

there was nothing to be worried about, then. a drunken dare, a joke meant to embarrass her, something. it wouldn't have been nice, but she could take it on the chin.

"oh, no. i mean," parker's eyes flit upwards towards the sky, mind trying to work as quickly as their mouths were. briefly, her browse creased. "actually, maybe? i don't know." resigned, she looked back at ollie. "he just tried to kiss me outside a party before break. he was really drunk and the whole thing just felt super off. like, he was rambling about being desperate to find an exit and wanting to be reckless." parker looked ahead and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "then he got mad, then he apologized. it was pretty fucking strange." she looked back at ollie. "maybe he mentioned it?"

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Ollie laughed at the idea of Eddie running some kind of campaign trying to get everyone to vote for him. Including an itemized list of everything he was going to do differently than the previous king, which was fair, because the previous king (himself) had done absolutely nothing except steal the crown and keep it in his closet for the second year in a row. There was too much winding back and forth in the crowd for two non-drunk people as they found their way to the bumper cars. Neither willing to allow space between them. They were disgusting sometimes, Ollie didn't blame anyone who looked at them and became a hater. But he also didn't care either.

His grin widened at the first, probably joke, suggestion. "Hey, don't threaten me with a good time. I'd do it right now," he teased, giving Monty a bump on the shoulder. And he wasn't even joking. Ollie's expression softened, and he nodded his head. "I'm down. We'll go maybe the week before all the graduation bullshit starts?" He gave a brief pause. "If we can find it again we'll go." Another pause. "If we can find it again, and aren't banned for life because someone decided it'd be funny to give some straight edge teenager drugs we'll go."

"Fuck off, he probably will," Monty agreed, laughing at how obvious it was now that Ollie had said it. Already, he was conjuring up the extremely gaudy mental image of Eddie, draped in fur and wielding a scepter while accepting the crown -- all way above the usual Homecoming budget, but fitting for a Morrison. "And I bet he'd run a pretty legit campaign for the win, too. Not that he'd need it. Last Homecoming he asked me who I was voting for like I was personally hand-selecting the next President of the United States." Still snickering softly, he shook his head and leaned into Ollie as much as he felt him press close, supporting each other's weight while winding towards the bumper cars to slot into line. Monty hummed, thoughtful for a moment before suggesting, "Hmm, we should… streak across the Quad in the middle of the day." He looked at Ollie with a grin, waggling his brows like it was a dare, although it wasn't a very serious one. Not that he wouldn't do it, but hey, he wasn't the born exhibitionist here. "Oh, you know," Monty started again, perking with the thought, "I wanna go to that mini golf place again."

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Ollie shook his head, a show of bafflement at the whole situation. "God, this is so fucking crazy. I can't even imagine what I'd do in your situation. How are you supposed to reasonably sit back and guess which one of our friends might have killed someone?" It wasn't completely true that he couldn't imagine what he would do. He was slightly in the same boat here as Mari, but he'd already decided he probably wouldn't be sending anybody in to G at all. He wouldn't advise someone else to do that, nor would he expect anybody else be okay with doing that. So, it left Mari in a tough spot. "And you're supposed to get it right? I mean… potentially you're supposed to get it right. It's not like you can just go up to someone and be like hey I need to know if you accidentally killed someone sometime! What the fuck do they expect you to do?"

Mari frowned, thinking over Ollie's proposition. Perhaps she could send him in to G, and nothing would happen to her, and nothing would happen to him. She would just be...wrong. But perhaps he was right, and by saying the wrong name, something would go wrong for her. Or whoever she sent in. But regardless, she couldn't really worry about that, could she? Because at the end of the day, she could try to figure it out, but she had no way to actually know who did this. "Yeah," she said softly, head tipping back, eyes closing for a brief moment. At least if she said it was Ollie, she had permission from the person she was selling out. "Thanks. I don't want to screw you over though. We both know you don't have to do something to get blamed for it," she said softly as she glanced back in Olli's direction, shrugging up her shoulders. "But I appreciate the offer."

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The Dean was probably tenured. Did deans of colleges get tenured? He felt like probably, and that the Dean probably was. And he also agreed that the school seemed to want to keep passing all this over. So, in his opinion it felt like unless they really found something solid on Dean Zuko he could very well be back. "Hopefully," Ollie said, "if I'm here when he comes back … Man, I don't know." He felt like he was responsible for the Dean being taken away (which was likely a lot of ego) and he felt like the Dean would know about it (which was likely anxiety). "I guess we're out of here in a few months so it probably won't effect us." He paused and shook his head. "I hope," he added again.

Diego was quiet, listening as Ollie questioned why Penny was doing these things. What it all meant with regards to Greer. Had Penny been on Greer's side, or was she not? Then he turned to look at Ollie, raising his eyebrows. "I guess it depends," he said, "is he tenured? Is he found completely innocent? What's the policy here at Ogden on stuff like that? It's absolutely possible he could be reinstated if nothing is found. I really would hope not, but… Yeah, it's incredibly likely that is something that could happen. Especially with how much the school keeps trying to sweep this all under the rug. But because it's so close to the end of term it may not matter until next year. We might be gone by the time that happens."

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Ollie nodded his head. "The other option is she was trying to get close to the Dean for her own answers. That maybe Penny and Greer were working together." Maybe they had come up with some sort of plan, clearly they had if Penny had been delivering the letters. And now look at them both… "It's so fucked either way." Penny was dead, Greer was still missing, and maybe dead herself, as much as Ollie didn't like to think that. "You can never trust an old white man with money, and power." No one had money and power because they were a good person. He hoped that the police didn't fuck this up. That something really was found on the Dean and he had to deal with it. But Ollie didn't have much faith in that happening either.

HIs mouth quirked in appreciation of Link's acknowledgement, becuase it was true. He was trying to understand. He'd been trying to do that the entire time. Why was this happening? Why are you doing this? Why do you want me to do this? Why? Why? Why? Ollie had always been like that though. He used to drive his parents and teachers insane … If only it was all so innocent anymore. "I have it," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "what Diego found. If you want to see it. He sent it to me. Well, I sent it to me but he said I could." Obviously Link could still go talk to him if he wanted to know more. But Ollie was pulling out his phone and heading to the encrypted folder he'd created to save this onto, and handing his phone over to Link. "Besides the contents it really hadn't rung any alarm bells to me, you know? I wish we knew which letter came first. Or when they were written… Yours seems more personal so maybe this one was first. What if the Dean … tried to get closer to Penny because she knew this information. And he was trying to see what she knew about Greer or something." He shook his head a little bit, once again ending with an uncertain sigh and stating, "I don't know."

link listened — really listened. the way he only ever did when the noise in his own head matched the one spilling out of someone else's. his arms dropped from their folded stance, fingers flexing restlessly at his sides as ollie spoke. each new detail chipped away at some wall in him, something long-held and half-denied. because it wasn't just theory anymore, it was something breathing between them. something real.

"fuck," link muttered, quiet an half to himself. "those letters..." his mind flicked back, sharp and fast. he remembered the letters, like they were some sacred assignment. like delivering them meant something. and if penny had been the one actually doing the delivering... "if she was playing both sides," link said slowly, as if he was trying to hear it at the same time he said it, "then she knew too much. way too much. and if she went to the dean about the letters —" he cut off, jaw tightening again. "maybe she thought she was protecting herself. or maybe she was using it to bargain for something. leverage, like you said. and either way," his gaze shifted back to ollie, voice gaining weight. "people who bargain with the wrong people tend to end up.. you know."

a long silence passed between them, and link's mouth opened like he was about to say something else, but then it shut again. he pressed the heel of his palm to his temple, exhaling slow. he ran a hand through his hair then, laughing bitterly. "we're through the fucking looking glass now, huh?" but then he looked at ollie again. "you're not being too kind," he said. "you're doing what none of them ever did, you're trying to understand." and that mattered, even if it didn't fix anything. then, softer, almost like an afterthought: "we need to talk to diego asap. if he's got something solid."

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conan gray by dillon matthew during found heaven on tour

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Ollie smiled as he watched Monty lean down to kiss his hand, a little bit bashful in a sort of put upon way. "Eddie will probably win next year," he said, snickering a little bit about the idea, "I think he's under the impression it's some sort of high ranking student council position or something. So, that will be fun for everyone to watch when he realizes it's nothing like that at all." You were literally just given a crown and a cute title, and in a few months everyone forgot about it. And maybe you could be involved in event planning committee if you really wanted to be, but nobody actually wanted you there, because there is a reason you weren't there in the first place. "I'm looking forward to hearing everything that happens second hand through you," he said, leaning into Monty and wrapping his arm around his waist. Hopefully it was just regular gossip by then. "If you pick one thing we have to do before the end of the year, what are we doing?"

"No?" he echoed in answer, head tilting slightly. Monty knew that he fell victim to nostalgia often, sentimentality tipping over until he viewed the past through rose-colored glasses. Sometimes he even caught himself missing high school, which led him to wonder how much of G's presence would be forgotten down the road. Get enough distance from anything and it was easy to miss what had once objectively sucked. Smile easing back into place, he hummed. "I'll miss that, too. All of the above." Monty raised their joined hands to kiss the back of Ollie's briefly, thumb gliding over his knuckles after. "The homecoming court is gonna be a mess without you, dude," he started to lament, trying to sound real torn up over it, but the crooked pull of his grin and the exaggerated way his eyes widened said otherwise. Monty didn't want to get sappy and sad now, so he refused to let himself be too serious. He didn't think about how much Robotics and Quiz Bowl really would suck without Ollie, or how he already had a half-baked plan to get Jacqui to room with him next year. He clucked his tongue and continued to tease, "Whatever will they do without their reigning king?"

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He smiled a little, knocking his shoulder against Lola's. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ollie muttered, getting sheepish about the compliments. But he knew that Lola meant them, even if she would probably think nice things about nearly everyone they knew. He looked down at the book, and nodded his head appreciatively. He kept a journal that was extremely utilitarian, so he appreciated when someone went all out on these sorts of things. "You would look so good in a wedding dress like that. Like wait I'm totally seeing an outdoor wedding now. Do you want it on a beach? And there are flowers everywhere. That would be so cute." He couldn't imagine his own wedding. Was he even going to get married? But suddenly he was fully imagining Lola's so clearly in his mind.

"See, but that's where I think you're wrong," Lola says, placing the binder half on each their laps, using her newly freed hand to point a faux-accusatory finger in Ollie's direction. "I think you have plenty to offer. You're funny, you're kind, you're clever. You're one of my best friends. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives. And you know this isn't me trying to get you to fall in love with me, so you know I'm being honest."

With that, she lets her gaze drop to the paper in front of them. It is a relic of its time, pages in bright colours and stickered with glossy flowers and marked down with glitter gel pens. "Oh, look! It's Sophie's wedding dress from Mamma Mia. Maybe this will be less tacky than I remembered it being."

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"You know why I'm asking, Sassa," Ollie said, smiling in a way that didn't just not reach his eyes, but made them narrow. He pulled the lollipop away putting it in his mouth, and looking upwards as he feigned thought. "Yeah, that's what I thought too," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "but I don't know. Like I don't hold a grudge usually, and I've really tried to get past this. But I just can't. And I'm like maybe it's just internalized misogyny, right? Like I'm angry at you for something that Monty did. But it's not the hooking up that I'm mad about. It's that I told you everything about us, before you even knew Monty by name. You knew how I felt about him, and you didn't give a fuck. And the thing is I'm not even actually mad. It just really fucking hurt." He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head a little bit. "That was a really shitty thing to do. So I have to wonder is it because you never even liked me in the first place, or did I do something to piss you off?" The lollipop swayed back in her direction as he pointed it at her. "Did I fuck someone that you like, or something?"

Sassa paused, her head angling towards one shoulder, eyes widening in a combination of shock and innocence as she completely disregarded the lollipop Ollie was holding out in front of her. His question had come out of the blue - although Sassa knew that there were perhaps some reasons he could come to that conclusion, it's not like she had done anything lately to be particularly deserving of that. It was a stretch, to say the least. "Why would you ask that?" she replied, letting hurt creep into her tone, a wrinkle appearing in her brow. "I thought we were friends. Of course I like you."

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"No one is ever important until something like that happens to them," Ollie pointed out, with a shrug of his shoulders. He tilted his head backwards staring at nothing in particular as he grinned and gave a thoughtful humming sound. "No, I don't think so," he laughed. "I mean, I might be a little weird to some people, but I touch grass. A lot depending on what kind you mean." Hah. Weed jokes. Though it was true that Ollie had a pretty balanced social life, and he was still unhappy. "I'm good with computers. You are good with computers. Some people don't ever figure that out. You'd still be you without a computer, and you might be less happy if you didn't have that kind of outlet. Even if not everyone gets it. I'm looking forward to being able to create something from it."

"It'd be so nice if G was just a server running rogue." They puncture their sentence with a little sigh, half-longing to live an existence where their greatest existential threat could just be snubbed out at the press of a button. Or, more satisfying yet, through unplugging entirely. "But, like, I just don't think we're important enough to be the main characters in some government-run scheme."

"Do you ever regret living so much of your life online?" She asks, head tilted ever-so-slightly. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'd been less of a computer-kid, I might be happier."