Re: Train tracks: Oliver & Gwen
"I want things because I want them, it doesn't matter if I've had them before." Oliver picked up a thin, white splinter of chalk, and he began to outline some yellow daisy petals. "Like cinnamon toast crunch." Blue eyes tilted up to regard her briefly. "Have you had it? Its like probably what they ate on Olympus." Back to the coloring, his attention fell. "I don't think it makes me happy, but I like it."
He took up the green, adding an electric lime earthworm to the metallic canvas. "Most people aren't ever really happy. Anybody who says differently has an agenda." He only became distracted from his coloring when the girl asked about dreaming. The movements of chalk paused, and he gave her a very suspicious and simultaneously very unimpressed look. The girl was weird, she was probably being serious. Oliver drew a breath, dismissive only because she seemed so hungry for the knowledge. "Its a drag."
He looked up from the tracks again when she asked if he was shy. Oliver stood with no more chalk in his hands, apparently finished with this escapism project. "I'm not shy." He seemed to find the accusation borderline insulting.