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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 1:28 pm
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It was hardly Ollie's first tour of the tower -- if running laps up through each of the floor and exploring everything that wasn't locked could really be called a tour -- and it also wouldn't be his last. The boundless energy that drove him into constant motion made it hard to pick any one place to settle, or any one room to focus on, for particularly long. It was fortunate his footsteps were soft, near silent, or else someone would probably object to the blur of fur that passed their doorways.
Open doorway. Room beyond. It made him pause, just a little breathless, to blink in at Borr's hall. Gold eyes flicking from barrel to barrel, Ollie leaned in the door to recover from his run, and if the other horseman was in sight, he wouldn't immediately notice. He was too distracted by unfamiliar stuff.
This room didn't look like others he'd ducked his head into.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 10:51 pm
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He should have, at least to some degree, made his presence known: should have shouted a hello, perhaps, or at least cleared his throat to excess. Instead, Ollie took advantage of the absence to poke around just a little. First he stepped up to the table, fingers smoothing along the rough edge, curious. Then, a soft pad to push one of the chairs back, to study the seat and the workmanship, fingers on the wood.
He stole just a brief peek toward the doorway as he stepped up to the casks, a hand pressed against one to feel its weight --
Except, of course, that it was empty, and as he pushed against it, it fell to the ground with a thrum and a crash loud enough to about send Ollie jumping into the rafters.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 9:16 pm
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"Ah." It wasn't that he was completely naive. Somewhere, in there, he know what was in the kegs -- or, at least, the basic concept of what it was. Still, his hesitation showed Ollie's definitely ignorance in this realm, his lack of experience. A dose of hesitation that spoke to -- well. He probably wasn't supposed to.
But instead, at last, he grinned up at Borr, any hesitation or attitude melting away into something thoroughly real. "Yes. I'm Oliatos -- um. Ollie."
And he offered a hand.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 4:24 pm
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"Hmmm." It was obvious, even to the relatively clueless, that this was something Borr took very seriously -- and so, naturally, Ollie would do the same. He'd take a long, slow, whiff, hair tucked back behind his ears and around his antlers so that it wouldn't tumble into the glass, and then tip his head to one side like he was thinking about it.
Borr would have to wait while Ollie, somber, wrapped both hands around the mug and took his time lifting it to his lips. The smallest sip, and then he had to pause, considering.
"...I don't know." And he meant it, too, expression going from serious and intense to more thoughtful, maybe a touch confused. He took another tiny sip, licked his lips, and set the tankard back down. "...I don't know."
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