Oliver shot a glare at Tim. "I'd rather fix them up over here," he muttered. He picked up his knife to just catch a glimpse at his reflection. Good. His cover-up makeup hadn't come off yet. It had faded a little but it should stay on at least until he could get more or find a paper bag to wear on his head and cut holes in to see out of. It wasn't that he worried too much about other people seeing them, but he despised his freckles so much. If he could prevent people from seeing him with them then he would. Even though he thought they looked cute on other people he really didn't like them on himself and he was covered with them. It was one of his reasons for wearing long sleeved shirts all the time. He used the medical tape to put over the gauze and then pulled his shirt down quickly. He hated being teased about him and the last thing he needed was Tim finding out that he disliked them.
Alfred still out.







