[He laughs around the filter, and steps up closer to Oliver to offer him the second half of his smoke. He's then raking his eyes over the scene, finding himself fascinated as usual with Oliver and his work. Theo could just watch him carve and shape shit indefinitely, fascinated with deft fingers and the concentration that goes along with it. He's looking over the needle next, and drops the food on the corner of the desk; nudges the bottles away from its edge and then looks down at himself to lift up his t-shirt. Navel. Right.]
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[He laughs around the filter, and steps up closer to Oliver to offer him the second half of his smoke. He's then raking his eyes over the scene, finding himself fascinated as usual with Oliver and his work. Theo could just watch him carve and shape shit indefinitely, fascinated with deft fingers and the concentration that goes along with it. He's looking over the needle next, and drops the food on the corner of the desk; nudges the bottles away from its edge and then looks down at himself to lift up his t-shirt. Navel. Right.]
I like it when you make me pretty shit.