[sylvanSpider]

Oliver pursed his lips, frustrated that he'd lost connection with his old best friend. She didn't give a shit about his bugs and, frankly, he couldn't give a shit about fashion. It all seemed so vapid and shallow to him. So, he set his phone aside without answering and turned to his game, accepting the invite and teleported to the nearest crystal coming to her on his new steed: a lion.

Chadwick Strider: Heyyy, sorry to keep you waiting! You like my new ride?