Re: Quicklog: Oliver K/Dietre A
Me too. [This was mentioned due to Dietre's piano preference. Although, if it was a grand, Oliver actually preferred for it to be of the cold hard cash variety rather than any musical instrument. It wasn't like money was his only motivator or anything. Not like when he'd grown up. Although a kid ruled over by a whip-armed pickpocket mentor could really only focus on money or misery. The former obviously held more appeal although things were different now. Oliver, despite the shallow grave of his heart, wasn't incapable of change.
He really didn't mind the slowing of their pace as the woods bloomed wide and vibrant before them. While the pup went sniffing around in adventure, Oliver sipped from his cup and wandered through a small patch of wildflowers. He stared at his feet and studied the strange juxtaposition, where petals flopped over the toes of his shoes. Oliver was occupied by flowers and Dietre was occupied by the puppy, it seemed comfortably so on both counts. He thought that the silence that stretched between them in that moment was comfortable too, although he eventually broke it by asking a more pointed question.] Do you still talk to Liam?