"Why don't we head back and nap, then?" he said like it was the best idea, a smile in his voice. "If you don't mind us imposing on you a while longer, Horace." As he pulled back to stretch, he bumped Ollie's hand right back, but not quite so accidentally. "And then... cake." No, he hadn't forgotten.
The Semblance of Unity
Melancholies
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 6:12 pm
"I know," Oliver said, his voice bleeding into a yawn, "I can feel 'em. I think I can sense an exit near by... we won't have to go far."