( but he sends along directions to a cottage in the middle of fucking nowhere, surrounded by trees and other naturey shit that oliver really doesn't like being surrounded by but he isn't bitching.
loudly. instead, he's made himself comfortable inside the window frame of the lounge, leg hanging outside of it and it's. fairly clear oliver hasn't bothered doing much aside from rolling out of bed and moving himself from one room to another: his hair's a mess, curls everywhere from sleeping on a pillow right after he'd taken a shower and left them wet. he's still in boxers and a tee. but he's got one leg outside which is clearly progress enough, right.
and he has a mimosa, which is delicious and non alcoholic. even if it's still in a tall fancy glass with a little orange slice on the rim. )
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( but he sends along directions to a cottage in the middle of fucking nowhere, surrounded by trees and other naturey shit that oliver really doesn't like being surrounded by but he isn't bitching.
loudly. instead, he's made himself comfortable inside the window frame of the lounge, leg hanging outside of it and it's. fairly clear oliver hasn't bothered doing much aside from rolling out of bed and moving himself from one room to another: his hair's a mess, curls everywhere from sleeping on a pillow right after he'd taken a shower and left them wet. he's still in boxers and a tee. but he's got one leg outside which is clearly progress enough, right.
and he has a mimosa, which is delicious and non alcoholic. even if it's still in a tall fancy glass with a little orange slice on the rim. )