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@holypawn 
            
            Carnelian's gaze falls to the movement in his peripheral vision, to the other's hands. He just watches for a moment before the sound of the other's breathing catches his attention. He gazes up at him, searching his features for a few seconds, maybe half a minute, before finally speaking, "You got a name?" He almost winces at how rigid his voice sounds, but he blames it on the inactivity of his vocal chords rather than the tension of the situation at hand. 

iD. @fuegohalo,⠀[Oliver's gaze remains trained on his hands for a moment─watching, absently, as his pointer finger and thumb twist the ring looped around his opposing middle finger─before he glances up, exhaling softly. He's acutely aware of the other's presence beside him, and, though he knows he should speak, he can't bring himself to. It's kind of nice, in a way, just existing alongside someone else, even if you hardly know them. He just hopes the other doesn't find it strange.] 

@holypawn 
            
            Carnelian watches the other with careful eyes, not exactly aware of the careful nature of his gaze but it still persisting nonetheless. He forces his stiff shoulders to relax once the other sits beside him, forces his gaze off of the boy. He tries to seem composed but relaxed, like he isn't tense just from the proximity they now share, something so unfamiliar since his death.