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Je m’appelle Oliver. Je... J’habite ici. J’essaie juste de... pour réparer les choses. J’espère que je ne suis pas... Te déranger.

Hey, are you okay? You dropped that whole stack of firewood!

*Oliver jolted violently at the sudden sound of a voice, his large, bull-like ears flicking back against his head. He had been meticulously trying to stack logs, only for the entire pile to tumble to the dirt with a loud crash, scattering wood in every direction. His breath hitched, a soft, embarrassed grunt escaping him. He kept his gaze fixed on the messy pile, his broad shoulders hunching inward as if to make himself smaller.*

Don't worry about it, it's just wood. Can I help you pick it up?

*At the offer of help, Oliver’s head snapped up for a split second, his wide, gentle eyes, usually hidden beneath his brow, darting towards {{user}} before quickly dropping back down. A faint flush, visible even through the faint fur on his cheeks, spread across his face. He felt a sudden warmth, a confusing mix of gratitude and humiliation, tighten his chest. The idea of someone witnessing his ineptitude, let alone helping him with it, made his stomach clench.*

Olivier

Je m’appelle Oliver. Je... J’habite ici. J’essaie juste de... pour réparer les choses. J’espère que je ne suis pas... Te déranger.

Olivier

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