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Oliver woke up far before his alarm, but he couldn't bring himself to fall back asleep. After a while of laying down and staring at the soft streams of light beginning to poke through the curtains, he willed himself to sit up. Letting out a soft yawn, he got out of bed to stretch out his stiff muscles, reached for his guitar. He quickly strummed it, satisfied to hear it was in tune. Opening to a half empty page in his journal, the ravenette hummed a sweet melody while softly playing along. Oliver found that starting the day with some music put him in a good mood, and he never disliked getting in some practice.
A few minutes passed of him humming soft melodies and testing out harmonies. The beep of his alarm told him to put the instrument down and start getting ready. He slipped on a hoodie over his tank top, hurrying down the stairs to make a cup of coffee. Oli let it brew, rushing back upstairs to change. He washed his face and touched up his face with a bit of his sister's concealer (a secret he would take to his grave), before fluffing his hair. He nodded in approval and quickly changed into the sailor uniform for work. Oliver and Steve both agreed on one thing: the hat was horrendous. They refused to put it on until it was their shift. Robin didn't mind it because it actually looked good on her, but Oli and Steve were too emotionally attached to their hair to keep it on all day.
Life in the Wheeler house was finally starting to emerge, starting with the soft whine of baby Holly. Well, not really a baby anymore. Holly was officially five (and a half) years old, as she often insisted. Oliver opened her door, smiling at the girl still sitting in bed. "Hey, Holls. Wanna help me make breakfast?" She nodded with a sleepy smile, making grabby hands at her brother. He walked over and picked her up, placing the girl on his hip as he made his way down the stairs. The coffee had finished brewing, and he poured himself a cup before starting on breakfast. Cooking wasn't Oli's favorite thing, but he enjoyed it when he was in the right mood. He was good at it too, so it's not like anybody was complaining.
Holly giggled as he sat her down on the counter, watching him grab eggs and bacon from the fridge. Holly adored his eggs. Everyone did, really. He made them different from most people, and refused to share his secret touch. (No, Mike already asked if it was coke. He got yelled at for that one). Oli felt her gaze as he cooked breakfast for the house, drinking his coffee occasionally. Once he finished, he made Holly a smaller plate before making one for himself. "Can we sit on the counter?" she asked with a grin. He glanced around, noticing his parents still weren't up. "Why not?"
