[Oscar had been too distracted with his own mind to pay attention to the scenery. (Which may actually be a problem of his.) He's focusing a little too intently at the fire until someone comes at him speaking to him.
Shit, he's commenting about the party. What does he say? I haven't noticed anything about the party because I'm too busy being reminded of horrible things? No, one doesn't say that.
Oscar holds his own cup, looking at the hot chocolate.]
It's... fine.
[What else could you say? God, someone has got to be here with a flask of something because he can feel the awkwardness in that pitiful sentence.]
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Shit, he's commenting about the party. What does he say? I haven't noticed anything about the party because I'm too busy being reminded of horrible things? No, one doesn't say that.
Oscar holds his own cup, looking at the hot chocolate.]
It's... fine.
[What else could you say? God, someone has got to be here with a flask of something because he can feel the awkwardness in that pitiful sentence.]