Re: Quicklog: Oliver K/Dietre A
[The irritation that Dietre expressed so poignantly in that moment with shrug and grumbling utterance was more engaging that a green light and Oliver grinned a most vexingly prideful grin when he placed the order for jasmine tea and some coffee to go, along with a bottled water for the pup. When the woman at the counter turned to pour Dietre's coffee from its pot into a cup of styrofoam, Oliver reached over to fish five bucks out of the register-side tip jar. This was then used to pay for their order, which was ready quite quickly as it only involved pouring things and passing a plastic bottle. Obviously supposing that Dietre wouldn't say anything, Oliver still ushered him and the dog out of the diner quickly, just in case.
He dropped the doggie's water bottle beneath the flap of the messenger bag that he'd brought along in case of some great artistic venture that required a sketchpad or screaming slash of colored pencils.] I thought we could go for a walk in the woods, you know? [It was sort of a question, but mostly a pointed suggestion as Oliver was already steering his steps in the familiar direction of those trees.] You can talk, tell me what the fuck is up with you. We can go see my old house. I don't know about a cliff, but we can jump off the roof if you're still feeling like dying after all that.
[He gave a curious look to Dietre just then, crossing the street at a lazy pace because there wasn't a single car in sight.] Is that cool?