[meraki]

Originally Posted by mythical myik

Arron's eyes lit up as Oliver complimented his home if you could call it that. The work showed, although the best ever. He hardly spent anytime here anyway. The old cracks the floorboards and the ruff wood seemed as if the house had been standing for many years. "Yeah, it's not the best since it's a little rushed but she's still standing strong so I guess I did something right." He laughed, attempting to hide his insecurities about the place. He turned to Oliver and pulled down a chair. Sitting in it, rushing a bit. "So! What's the game plan?"

Oliver smiled at the other's enthusiasm, though smiled as he looked around the room from his seated position. "It's really nice, hardly looks rushed at all." The ebony haired boy said with a content sigh, tired from all the walking and grateful to sit finally. When the taller man asked about the plan, Oliver looked at him blankly. "Well, you wanted to go to a ball, right? Do you have any, I don't know, formal wear?" Ollie inquired, looking at Arron inquisitively as he awaited the light eyed male's response.