RP for reporters_lane
Oliver rolled his shoulders back, trying to relax a bit, and walked out of his 'armory'. Closing everything up, he walked over to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he moved. He retrieved a bottle of water from the refridgerator and took a drink before glancing over at the pile of unread notes on the counter.
Sighing, he walked over and picked one of the notes up, glancing briefly at Lois' handwriting. He knew he'd been bad about returning calls...and notes, apparently, as of late, but things had been hectic and...he'd been a jerk. He refused to admit it, however, seeing that he had been busy. It's not like he was purposely avoiding her.
Before he could read much more than 'Hey, Asshole...', he dropped the note back down and moved to go sit on the couch, still drinking from his bottle of water.
Sighing, he walked over and picked one of the notes up, glancing briefly at Lois' handwriting. He knew he'd been bad about returning calls...and notes, apparently, as of late, but things had been hectic and...he'd been a jerk. He refused to admit it, however, seeing that he had been busy. It's not like he was purposely avoiding her.
Before he could read much more than 'Hey, Asshole...', he dropped the note back down and moved to go sit on the couch, still drinking from his bottle of water.