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located in Greythorne, a part of safe harbour, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan
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OLIVER BRENNAN
the half-elf / clinic/home / outfit / #CD884A
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After leaving Alex in the guest bedroom Oliver had gone back to the clinic to assist his mother. And what a night it had been. His mother and father still had their hands full on the floor and there was still a considerable amount of people still needing care. So without much word to his parents Oliver began to work. By the time Ollie had finally retired back to his room his clock read 2:00AM and he was completely drained. The second his head hit the pillow he was out and he slept like a rock the rest of the night.

Even with the stressful night before Oliver was still an early riser. Four hours of sleep and he was up by six and in the shower. His hair was still slightly damp as he got dressed, making it even curlier than normal. By the time he had finally gotten ready it was already seven and as he passed the closed guest bedroom door in the hallway he paused for a brief moment. Ollie contemplated waking Alex up or at least knocking, but decided it was better to let him have all of the sleep he needed. So instead, Oliver made his way into the kitchen and indulged himself with his favorite pastime: cooking. After living with his parents for quite some time Ollie had picked up more than enough from his mother and while he might not have been the greatest of cooks, he could sure make a good meal.

He worked quietly and diligently and in about a quarter til eight had made a traditional American breakfast for Alex as well as some grilled tomatoes and eggs for himself. As he was checking on the tea he was brewing he heard noise behind him and turned sharply, his shoulders easing up as he saw Alex standing in the doorway of the kitchen. A small appeared on Ollie’s face as he grabbed Alex’s plate filled with food placing it on the table in front of them. “Good Morning. I hope you slept alright?” It wasn’t much of a statement as it was a question. Instinctively Ollie moved closer not even giving him a chance to interject before he placed a hand gently on his forehead closing his eyes. It was how his mother taught him to give check-ups to patient after particularly harrowing injuries or procedures. He felt no tug or residual pull of his magic - all good things. Oliver opened them his hand lingering slightly before realizing how terribly awkward this might be. His cheeks flushed slightly and he quickly brought his hand down to his side taking a half step backwards. “Sorry, I -uh was just making sure everything was alright. You’re feeling okay though? No headache? No tail?” Ollie added on the last bit as more of a joke, and the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile.

“Oh and I made you breakfast. I didn’t really know what you liked so I kind of just made… everything?” He gestured to the plate sitting on the table. “Tea will be ready in a few but I know you’re more of a black coffee kind of guy so I have some of that as well” Oliver’s sentence seemed harmless enough but a small look of confusion passed over his face. “I mean, I didn’t know - I just assumed… Anyway, you better eat before my father finds out I’ve made food without him”.