Re: Train tracks: Oliver & Gwen
"How nice for you." The girl said that she always woke up wanting similar things as the day before, and Oliver's expression skewed with one eyebrow cocked high and the bow of his upper lip curled just so. He picked up his own little piece of blue chalk and began to scribble a long line of underwater ivy down one of the tracks. "People wake up wanting the same thing as the day before because they didn't get it before. They're stuck in a routine of getting nothing, being nothing." But not Oliver. The chalk broke in his fingers when he pressed a little too hard while outlining a leaf, and he settled for smudging the rest with the print of his thumb.
"I always wanted a garden," he admitted easily. Far too easily, but he didn't care. There was nobody to reprimand him for his confessions, not here. "I've never seen one, a real one…" And realizing how off that was, he collected the yellow chalk from her offering hand before he corrected. "A really good one, you know?"
He didn't draw a bird with the yellow, but he did add stations, stay-mens? Whatever the word was, the part with the pollen on the ends, he added some of those spindly things from the center of a few flowers. "Besides, nobody has a garden now, its too cold… and I'm not hurting anyone…" His blue eyes cut higher, angled through too many dark lashes to regard the girl, as if reading whether or not she planned to report him for this. Defamation of government property or whatever.