Unexpected Trouble. With notofsteel and chloeas.
Oliver had just sat down to a plate of leftover fettuccinni in his Star City apartment when a familiar gust of wind blew it right off the table.
He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face and moving to clean it up as he shook his head. "Bart, man, you gotta quit doing that," he grumbled.
He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face and moving to clean it up as he shook his head. "Bart, man, you gotta quit doing that," he grumbled.