( he's just lounging at the front desk between customers, head cushioned on his arms and eyes closed. oliver perks up a bit whenever he hears the door open, puts on a bright smile for customers and an easy cadence to his voice when he goes about selling whatever bullshit's around that he thinks he can get them to burn money on.
caleb gets the smile, but none of the rest. he's not here for the shop, he's here for oliver. )
Hey. Thanks for coming.
( his smile is easy. but the emotions going through his head--aren't. he's all nerves; oliver doesn't want to talk about it, because it fucking sucks but he also. needs to figure out how to deal with it because it's getting real fucking inconvenient. )
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( he's just lounging at the front desk between customers, head cushioned on his arms and eyes closed. oliver perks up a bit whenever he hears the door open, puts on a bright smile for customers and an easy cadence to his voice when he goes about selling whatever bullshit's around that he thinks he can get them to burn money on.
caleb gets the smile, but none of the rest. he's not here for the shop, he's here for oliver. )
Hey. Thanks for coming.
( his smile is easy. but the emotions going through his head--aren't. he's all nerves; oliver doesn't want to talk about it, because it fucking sucks but he also. needs to figure out how to deal with it because it's getting real fucking inconvenient. )