This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry watches as Oliver moves his shoes into a neat little location against the wall. His eyes slowly drag back up to his slender, flushed face, fully intending to swallow him up in that one simple rake of a glance. It's cute, the little rituals Oliver appears to have, and Henry's curious to get to know more of them.
His arms cross and he breathes warmly as Oliver moves in to meet him halfway. "I meant the food, of course," he whispers back oh-so-innocently, though it's definitely meant to poke and tease. He can see that Oliver's getting a bit riled up already, has picked up on the redness in his cheeks. "Blankets it is, then!" He decides quickly, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and letting out a 'tsk'. "Do you like forts?"
While Oliver is getting food, Henry is making himself very much at home. But what exactly is he up to in this room Oliver's sent him into to retrieve blankets near a couch? Well, the cushions have been spread this way and that. What Henry's really struggling with is getting the blankets to cooperate. It's a clumsy orchestration of fort-building that's taking place in the heart of Oliver's house.
His arms cross and he breathes warmly as Oliver moves in to meet him halfway. "I meant the food, of course," he whispers back oh-so-innocently, though it's definitely meant to poke and tease. He can see that Oliver's getting a bit riled up already, has picked up on the redness in his cheeks. "Blankets it is, then!" He decides quickly, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and letting out a 'tsk'. "Do you like forts?"
While Oliver is getting food, Henry is making himself very much at home. But what exactly is he up to in this room Oliver's sent him into to retrieve blankets near a couch? Well, the cushions have been spread this way and that. What Henry's really struggling with is getting the blankets to cooperate. It's a clumsy orchestration of fort-building that's taking place in the heart of Oliver's house.
HENRY
