We've already gone over me not being the best judge of what's weird or not.
[Well, it seems like Ginsberg is going to want to leave the room now. Since it's open and everything. Which means Oliver is going to finally get off his ass and walk over and give him a hug. Because they haven't cuddled enough already, clearly.]
Oh yes, I'm sure you've got important advertising business things to get to. Far from me to hold you back.
[And can't possibly say goodbye without grabbing Ginsberg behind his ears and pulling him into to kiss him. It's relatively chaste, especially for him. He's just really interested in what colour Ginsberg is going to blush into this time.]
[Purple. The answer is purple. And he makes an extremely startled little squeaking sort of noise. Not particularly manly, sure, but hey, he was surprised.]
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[Now that that's failed, he can roll off him, landing on his back next to him with a dramatic 'oof'.]
I think my foot may be asleep.
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[He finally gets himself up off the bed and saunters towards the door. And lo and behold, it's unlocked. He looks almost baffled.]
Wonder how long it's been that way...
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[Well, it seems like Ginsberg is going to want to leave the room now. Since it's open and everything. Which means Oliver is going to finally get off his ass and walk over and give him a hug. Because they haven't cuddled enough already, clearly.]
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I guess we should probably, y'know, I mean...
[He nods towards the door.]
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[And can't possibly say goodbye without grabbing Ginsberg behind his ears and pulling him into to kiss him. It's relatively chaste, especially for him. He's just really interested in what colour Ginsberg is going to blush into this time.]
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Yeah, I... advertising... stuff... business... uh...
[Words. How does he do them?]
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We should do lunch some time.
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[Nope. Still can't come up with words. And now he's escaping as quickly as he can. And trying to figure out exactly where he is.]