( she's a familiar face in a sea of unfamiliarity, but oliver's--still taken back when she leans forward and raps her fingers against his forehead. laughs at the comment about being made of goddamn metal, before he's raising a hand up towards the compass in hers, index and middle finger extending out towards it.
the nose spins around rapidly, once, twice, thrice, before it settles on pointing back towards kennedy herself. and oliver's lips twitch into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. )
surprises for sale.
the nose spins around rapidly, once, twice, thrice, before it settles on pointing back towards kennedy herself. and oliver's lips twitch into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. )
I might be a little more metal than you.