Who: Katie and Oliver When: Wednesday Night Where: Oliver's place What: Hanging out? Status: In Progress Rating: Low
Katie's week hadn't been that long. Not really. The ordeal with WAGE had been... long. Her hair was still brown, something she'd done to help with a bit less notoriety. There weren't a lot of tall blondes running around and the brunette helped a little. Of course, so did hunching and wearing all black and being a bit on the pale side. She'd come straight to Oliver's after the WAGE incident. There'd been a need to stay a bit more underground and while she already did that, Oliver's was off the grid and it made things a little easier. And, of course, she didn't really have a place she felt self. But she felt self with Oliver. Keeping watch through the night had been mildly terrifying and yet exhilirating. She hadn't mentioned what she'd done to Oliver but she was sure he knew. No sense in putting him in an already terrible position.
Pulling the heavy blue sweater (his) up her shoulder, she breathed in his scent. It was warm and comforting and she'd always love it. She'd taken to bundling up in his things. They were warm and they smelled like him. Strolling into the living room, brown hair falling down her back, black leggings clinging to her legs and warm, wool socks covering her feet, Katie poured herself a cup of tea and relaxed at the kitchen table. Bludger followed her into the kitchen, playing at her feet, pawing her to occasionaly give him a rub.
Rubbing her forehead, she sighed, and looked out the window. She'd stay here forever if she could. Of course, she was feeling overly sentimental. Oliver would drive her nuts and she knew she was already irritating the piss out of him. But, it was Oliver and that never seemed to matter too much for them. A small smiled tugged her lips as she sipped her tea. He wasn't home just yet but she wouldn't mind the company. Not a bit.