[ a hug from oliver??? well, barry's pizza is no longer of interest to him, although he will continue eating it after this hug—where no pizza touches oliver—is over. it's always nice to see oliver, especially when he's not hijacking his wedding and his actual day of pure, rare happiness... albeit, that had been felicity. it's a good thing iris isn't here—she's still a little sore over it...
looking down at oliver jr, he mumbles with his mouth full, ] Got rid of wrinkles. [ not that barry needs it, since he's twelve. he's back to squatting on the sidewalk as he chews his pizza slice thoughtfully. only a quarter of it is left, toppings all intact from his run. ] Hey, Porky. [ frowning, he looks at oliver judgementally. ] Did you feed a pig pork?
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looking down at oliver jr, he mumbles with his mouth full, ] Got rid of wrinkles. [ not that barry needs it, since he's twelve. he's back to squatting on the sidewalk as he chews his pizza slice thoughtfully. only a quarter of it is left, toppings all intact from his run. ] Hey, Porky. [ frowning, he looks at oliver judgementally. ] Did you feed a pig pork?
[ what's wrong with you, ollie?? ]