Re: Sonrisa: oliver & hunter & appearances by cris
Becky's assessment of Oliver was brief, a den mother's type of investigation and snort before retiring back in the direction of Hunter, as there was no ready availability of food on Oliver, in his pockets, on his shoes or anywhere in his immediate vicinity. The puppy, unfortunately, had more enthusiasm for nothing and newness, and he thought Oliver's retreat was a grand game that involved a lot of rump-waggling and clouds of dandelion fur. She slobbered all over Oliver's palm. Hunter watched without doing anything to assist, his usual stoic, sun-weathered expression threatening to break around the creases of his eyes and mouth.
"Not that hard," Hunter said, in response to this question of skill. Certainly he had done more to board up windows than he had to fix them, but he knew the general idea behind them and given materials and a saw he doubted it would be all that difficult. "What are you gonna do?" Hunter wondered what kind of bookseller's expertise was helpful at the art store.
The Sheriff's call came in and Hunter was given more money, and he looked down at it without recognition, as if the Sheriff had provided a Wall Street business card instead. Hunter looked up at him and blinked twice, not particularly confident in his voice in response to this rather trusting set of directions. Hunter watched Cris walk away with a dense, guarded expression on his face. His gaze went decidedly downward before he pulled it away, and he shot Oliver a brief look to see if he had been watching Hunter watch.
Then Hunter reeled away, crumpling the bill and marring its smooth linen surface for the first time before shoving it down into his pocket. He walked back toward the door, thinking to circle around the edge of the building to look at the damage he had done, wanting to avoid any potential customers who might comment on his presence. The two older dogs went with him, but the little one didn't notice, because she was attempting to chew on Oliver's shoelaces.