âI knowwww,â Ollie said, a little whiney and simpering in not at all a mocking way as he reached up and put his hands on either side of Bobbyâs face squishing his cheeks. âYour life is so hard! But Iâm not here to make it harder! Thatâs where youâre wrong, Bobby. Iâm here to make it so much easier for you.â He didnât know much about Bobbyâs life, nor did he care much, but he really hoped he was not going to be running any future businesses. RIP to the world if so. Mentally Ollie had to step back and take a breather after Bobby offered him four times the amount heâd been aiming for at the beginning. He felt a little bad, and if he liked Bobby even a little heâd try to talk him back down to 500 bucks per 1000 words, but he really didnât like Bobby much at all so ⌠He didnât feel bad about it. âOkay,â Ollie said as he gave a huff. He nodded head after feigning very serious thought about it, âtwo dollars per word, and you will be my top priority.â He wouldnât be, heâd be as priority as everyone else was, but Ollie knew his type. He had to believe he was the most important person, and he was find letting him believe that. âWhatâs your favorite color? I like to color code things just to keep organized ⌠You seem like a salmon type of guy⌠Also just wondering. If I had an onlyfans would you subscribe to it in order to get your work and stuff?â Thanks to his conversation with Charlie he was really considering this option, it was like money laundering through nudes. HIs business was booming and he couldnât keep getting paid under the table.
bobbyâs eyes widen when ollieâs hands finds his cheeks, puckered brows weighing down on his face, too thrown off guard by ollieâs sympathy to do anything about it. â thank you, â he says, touched. no need for critical thinking when someone seems to understand you, even if it is ollie inoue. â people donât usually believe me, that iâve got a hard life. probably because i look like iâve got everything. to be fair, i do have most things. but yâknow â i guess thatâs why they call you the wiz kid. â but then he remembers who heâs talking to, there is no âeven ifâ when it comes to ollie, and the idea that this little wacky ass nerd could make his life so much easier wasnât something he liked. â donât touch my face again, though. i know you donât wash your hands, and i canât be breaking out. my great auntâs 80th is coming up. â he hopes she croaks before it comes round. â thatâs what iâm talking about. see how easy that was once you just listened to me? â he extended a hand out for a firm hand shake, as good businessmen do. top priority, he likes the sound of that. â only because salmonâs the colour of your momâs clitoritis. â he shrugs annoyingly, pronouncing it as clit-or-eye-tis. â iâm not telling you my favourite colour, dude. donât try to get to know me. this is strictly business. actually, my favourite colour is air. try to colour code that, bitch. and hell no, iâm already paying you to do my work why would i pay you again, when i can see ugly dicks for free? as youâve just now found out, iâm a man of quality. â clearly he doesnât understand the concept.Â