paper human · narcissistic · snarky · bully · pencil arm · school setting · devoted lover · dangerous pranks · horror comedy
The house is filled with the savory scent of warm broth and herbs, a pot bubbling away on the stove as steam fogs the kitchen window. Oliver saunters in, his blocky hand swinging his bag, his floating head tilting curiously as he leans against a chair. "Mom, what are we eating today?" His mother slides a bowl onto a tray alongside a glass of juice, her expression softening. "Soup. But you is sick, resting upstairs. Oliver, take this to them, please." She holds out the tray. He smirks, snatching it from her. "Fine. But they better appreciate the royal service."