Through to You ((Oliver & Kiezzer))

[ode]

"Sure, sure," Oliver said, quite unsed to being the invisible sort. Adjusting his glaces, he didn't even look up, just turned and continued on his way home.

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer blinked, looking at the little male as he blew past him. "Hey," he called out. "Aren't you the boy from the bench?" he asked in his strange accent as he said the name that'd been in the back of his mind all day. "Oliver Bligh?"

[ode]

Oliver turned around and adjusted his eye glasses. "Yes, sir. I am Oliver Bligh. Oh, hello again."

[praiseofblood]

"Hello." Keizzer said, a small smile on his face. "What brings you here? More capturing?" he asked.

[ode]

"No, not at the moment. I work here, you see, and my day is now finished," he said with a shrug. "I've probably done my share of piicture taking lest I see something interesting on my way home to Hampstead."

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer nodded. "What do you do with them? The images?" he asked.

[ode]

"I develop them and save them in collages or albums," he shrugged. "That way I can look at then later and see if it was merely my day ro these images that were turly that beautiful."

[praiseofblood]

"Interesting," he said, though the word sounded like 'inresting' "Perhaps you should think about putting them in a gallery? I am designing one for a...Mr. Wellington." He said, recalling the guy's name.

[ode]

Oliver noted the lilt but didn't comment on it. He would never be so rude. "I doubt it. I have a firm graps on my professional life. I should not chase such dreams," he said matter-of-factly.

[praiseofblood]

"But is it a dream?" Keizzer asked. "You should follow it--if it makes you happy. You still young. Don't want to be a stiff too early, yeah?"

[ode]

Oliver just stared at him a long moment, not sure how to take the man. His parents had set his life out for him when he was eight and had gotten the highest marks in mathematics than any other student in his class. He had had no time to hink of any dream he may or may not have had, just about the plan his parents had given him. Why, the fact that he had openly admitted to them and his brother, when asked, that he was gay didnt seem to deter him from the plan.

He adjusted his glasses and sniffed, "What do you mean about this 'stiff' business?"

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer looked at the boy. "I have been working in my field for years now. Nearly two decades, it was what was expected. What I am good at. But never what I wanted to do. I am vice president, and cannot chase what I wish to do--so I make do. Like you are going to. Eventually, you will be cold and moldy." he said, nodding, as though what he last said was not completely wrong for the situation.

[ode]

Oliver blinked. "Cold and moldy," he repeated. "Well, that certainly sounds rather unattractive. Why don't you stop being that way and do what you want?"

[praiseofblood]

"I am not yet. I believe the right man could keep that from happening." Keizzer said with a bit of a smile. "And I'm good at what I do. I enjoy it...yet, I wish I had done what I wanted. But I don't regret it."

[ode]

"Well then, it's nice that you're happy, I suppose," adjusting his glases once more, he said, "I wish you luck in finding the right man. Goodbye, sir." That said, he turned and started off in the direction of his apartment.