He smiled as well. "Pleased to meet you too, Ollie. Too bad it wasn't under better circumstances." He scowled up at the sky again. "Like on a day when the sky wasn't pouring her eyes out like a middle school girl that just had her first breakup."
Ollie couldn't help but giggle at that, then he flushed madly after he did so. That's embarrassing… "I'm very glad I didn't have to deal with middle school break ups. Hopefully the rain will stop soon, though it doesn't look like it."
"Half an hour," Wolf said certainly. "We're gonna be stuck here for a while." He slid down the tree and folded his legs beneath him, sitting on the ground as his eyes darted around the landscape and took in the beautiful scenery in slight awe. This was a place that didn't belong in the city.
"How are you so certain?" Ollie asked, sitting down next to him, he picked up a leaf and started to tear it apart before looked up at Wolf, curiosity lining his features. I can just jump back whenever, I'm not stuck here.
"Can it an intuition. A sixth sense, if you will." Wolf shrugged, not really wanting to get into the specifics and reveal that he wasn't a normal human.
A bird sung above them, and Wolf tilted his head back to watch it. After the bird sung its tune a few times, he mimicked it with a whistle of his own. The bird sung a slightly different tune, hoping down to a lower branch curiously. And again, he mimicked it with a whistle.
Ollie narrowed his eyes at him, not quite believing the story but he didn't push. Too many questions and he'd be punished. Though he doubted Wolf would, you could never be too careful. He looked up at the bird, then to Wolf, then to the bird, "Pretty tune. Wish I could whistle."
"Some can, some can't, and some learn," he said, holding out an arm. The bird fluttered down, and Wolf ran a gentle finger down the animal's soft, feathery back. "If you're to learn, it requires patience." He seemed to be absentmindedly reciting something.
He watched the bird, studied it, if you will. He didn't move to touch, just watching carefully. He took a moment before he responded, as if letting the words sink in, "Patience is a virtue, something more people need to learn to have. Maybe if they did there wouldn't be as much violence in the world."
"Exactly." He watched as the bird fluttered off. "People get too hot headed sometimes and storm off when they don't get their way, or use some other, less civil, means to accomplish their goals. People don't realize just how much simple patience can get you."
"If only everyone knew that," Ollie mumbled. If only my father knew that. He looked out across the lake, watching the ripples that were created by every splash of the rain. It was beautiful, and the image had a smile tugging at his lips, one he tried to suppress.
Wolf studied Ollie from the corner of his eye, noting the smile he tried to hide as he gazed at the lake. He must really like this place, if he's smiling like that despite not being an outdoorsy person.
He leaned back against the tree, his head very close to Wolf's shoulder though he didn't notice, keeping his gaze on the lake, "How can a place like this go unnoticed by so many people in the city?" He mumbled, "It's so pretty."
"Mm," Wolf wasn't even looking at the lake, too busy studying Ollie instead. "It doesn't even belong in a city like this," he voiced his earlier thought.
Ollie hummed his agreement, his eyes glowing a bright blue for a moment but he blinked and it was gone, "You're right, it doesn't. But it does, and I'm happy that not many people come here. It's quieter and it preserves it beauty."
He turned to examine the lake as well, puzzling over the glowing eyes for some time. "Very true," he murmured. "Very true indeed." He still felt like he was imposing on Ollie's personal area, but it was either that or walk in the rain for half an hour.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the slight wetness from the rain before pulling his knees to his chest, resting his head on them. It felt weird to him, having someone else here, but he was growing to like the company, he didn't spend much time with people, anyway.
Wolf rubbed at his eyes. The contacts were starting to dry up, and it was bothering him. He had the case and small bottle of contact solution just for that, but he wasn't comfortable taking them out with someone there. Though his friends often said his eyes were unique in a good way, his parents' relentless reminders of perfection kept him from believing them.
Ollie noted the small movement and his eyes instinctively flicked too it. He couldn't help his anxiety and skittishness, well, he did and his family but the couple people he knew didn't. He quickly looked away, forcing himself to at least relax a little bit. Wolf seemed like a nice gy, he wasn't going to hurt him… right?
"Screw it," he muttered to himself. Ollie didn't seem like the kind of person to judge too harshly. He turned to him. "Do you mind if I take out my contacts? I've had them in a little too long and they're starting to dry up." He wasn't just going to poke and pinch at his eyes without telling him first. That was just plain rude.
Ollie looked up at him and quickly shook his head, "No, not at all, go ahead. I wouldn't want you to keep them in and be uncomfortable because of me." He smiled politely. He didn't know why Wolf asked, he could have just taken them out. But then again, he probably didn't know if he's judge so asking was a good thing.
He smiled and nodded thankfully. He took out the contact case and solution and proceeded to take out his colored contacts, revealing his heterochromia eyes–his left eye was green while the right was blue. He already felt self-conscious with them exposed, but they were no longer itching like crazy.
Ollie took a good look at his eyes, grinning a few seconds later, "You're eyes are so pretty." He said quietly. He'd never met anyone with heterochromia before so this was knew but he liked it. And it didn't help that Wolf was good looking, too.
Wolf looked over at Ollie and blinked in surprise, then ducked his head as a small blush stained his ears pink. "Um, thanks…" He was never used to people complimenting his eyes.
"Stars, sorry, was that weird?" He bit his lip and looked down at his lap with a small frown. He always knew how to make people uncomfortable in some way, he should just keep his mouth shut.
"Ah, no no no no." Wolf shook his head. "I'm just not used to people saying they like my eyes." He ran a hand through his hair. "You're fine."