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shatterverse2009-01-25 08:54 pm
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Oliver, with a prominent five o'clock shadow and smelling strongly of horse, sits on a couch in the Cooper living room. A Bible rests open on his lap. He turns the pages with one hand - the other is busy making notes on a small notepad beside him.
A mug of tea sits in front of him. He absentmindedly takes a sip from it and frowns. When did it grow cold?
(That he's been studying the Bible for two whole hours hasn't sunk in, and likely won't. Oliver has a wristwatch, but never remembers to use it.)
He closes and bookmarks the Bible, sets down his pen, and goes to heat up his tea, for once not giving off waves of 'don't bother me, I'm working'.
A mug of tea sits in front of him. He absentmindedly takes a sip from it and frowns. When did it grow cold?
(That he's been studying the Bible for two whole hours hasn't sunk in, and likely won't. Oliver has a wristwatch, but never remembers to use it.)
He closes and bookmarks the Bible, sets down his pen, and goes to heat up his tea, for once not giving off waves of 'don't bother me, I'm working'.