Status: Flowing smoothly.
Looking Down
He watched the person that stood before him approached the counter. He asked for a pack of Marlboro Light cigarettes- Oli couldn’t help but hear so. He also couldn’t help to say, “Tha’s bad fer yeh, yeh know tha’?”
The guy turned, messy, brown hair swinging into his eye. He was no taller than Oli, in fact, a few inches shorter. The boy slid the hair from between his finger back to the side of his head. He eyed Oliver, glancing a little longer at his pack of alcohol. “So is that,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips...
Disclaimer: We do not own Christofer Drew Ingle or Oliver Sykes, nor the bands they are in or any band mates. As much as we'd like to, we just don't.
The guy turned, messy, brown hair swinging into his eye. He was no taller than Oli, in fact, a few inches shorter. The boy slid the hair from between his finger back to the side of his head. He eyed Oliver, glancing a little longer at his pack of alcohol. “So is that,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips...
Disclaimer: We do not own Christofer Drew Ingle or Oliver Sykes, nor the bands they are in or any band mates. As much as we'd like to, we just don't.