Re: Quicklog: Oliver K/Dietre A
[The disappointment wasn't anything new to Oliver, and he'd already crafted the perfect defense by the time they began crossing the street.] It's not like we skipped out on our tab. We only got coffee and tea. Water, a basic human right. If she actually rung those things into the register instead of just keeping the money for herself, then she's an idiot. [Okay. So maybe Oliver wasn't arguing his innocence so much as he was arguing his excuse.]
Oh yeah. There are a few really old houses out there. They're almost all abandoned, as far as I know. When my brother and I first moved here a couple years ago, that's where we lived. Unless somebody else is squatting there now, some of my things should still be there. I'm sure Jude took all of his when he split, but whatev… maybe the piano is still there. [Oliver exhaled against the little hole in the lid of his to go cup, as if that made any difference in the scalding temperature of his herbal tea. He eyed Dietre with some curiosity in that moment.] Do you know how to play the piano?
[The question about the roof's height made Oliver quiet, contemplative and no longer so obviously, annoyingly amused.] Well, it's no cliff. [That was all he said on the subject as the pair and the pup breached the treeline. The forest floor was still crunchy with dead leaves and so many reminders of the winter that'd only just begun to fade around them. Oliver walked on for several paces. He wasn't tall, and as such his legs weren't nearly as long as Dietre's, but he was quick.]