Re: Sonrisa: oliver & hunter & appearances by cris
Hunter had no occasion to hang around Oliver, Jude, Harper or their little gang. Hunter being Hunter, he didn't have any particular interest in doing so, having none of their intelligence or silver-tongued ability, and the lot of them generally made him feel like he didn't pay enough attention to his clothes. He watched the occupants of the antique store through the window whenever he happened to pass by, however, and recent days had sharpened that attention into something more like interest, because he knew more about the lives of these newer neighbors (Cris, his blonde girlfriend, and her well-dressed brother) than he had before. He felt Oliver's assessing gaze with growing discomfort, not being equipped to handle all that groomed intensity, and he could almost taste the title of "boy" hanging in the air along with the judgment. If Hunter had fur, it would bristle.
The whiskey-brown of his eyes shadowed into a permanent resentful squint, and his jaw settled into a protruding sideways scowl. Oliver was pretty in the way of foreign statuary, and Hunter thought it better to pad the experience with a lot of defensive attitude. He refused to answer, and dug down deeper into his boots and his jeans.
For some reason he blamed Cris for Oliver's apparent knowledge of Hunter's illegal activity, and he gave the sheriff a kind of "how could you" sort of look over the counter. "What's he doing here?"