Tick - Olivier & Chohee
Sketched lines and dirty fingerprints on dirty, carbon filled paper; That was what his mornings usually smelled like, looked like and literally were like. Olivier sat back as his eyes scanned the lines he had traced with such ease. He licked his lips, slowly, stopping right to press his lip against his bottom lip and got up, figuring he had finished for the morning and grabbed a wet cloth he kept next to him when working.
He wiped his hands clean, grabbing his phone as he threw the towel onto the laundry basket and looked at his planner to not forget what was coming next. He read his tasks for the day before turning off his phone screen, looking at the seemingly expressionless face he had on him from the reflection of the phone screen and took a deep breath and shoved the phone in his pocket before putting on some shoes and departing.
'News of the origami killer, who's still at large and may be looking for his next--' was what he caught out of the television from the coffee shop he passed by. He sighed at the sound of the word 'killer', he should be stressed about it, but there are killers everywhere, or so he thought about it, he didn't know anything about this certain killer, maybe he was underestimating.
He was on a quest to get something for his grandmother. It was her birthday soon and she really loved antique things. Their old house in Montreal was filled with valuable items which fit the mood oh so well. 'Ça y est' Olivier thought to himself as he caught this unfamiliar antique shop in the corner of his eye and headed straight over, hands in his pockets as he entered and looked around for something she'd love and find useful.
