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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:44 pm
He'd texted Dawson before, but hadn't yet seen the other man since the incident with the virus - and even then, Chance had been half out of it with pain, not quite able to do much more than lay there and watch everything that had panned out.
Since then, Chance had managed to make contact with Otto and Maebe, but had yet to figure out if Dawson and Oliver were all right, though he had seen both on Twitter. He wasn't the type to worry, really; Chance was as laid back and casual about things as ever, but Dawson was a good guy, and he'd been very supportive and kind to Chance. Not to mention one of the first people that he'd met since coming to the island, and Chance felt, not quite a sense obligation, really, because it wasn't a hassle or a problem; but a certain commitment to that, which was rather new and curious.
That, and he vaguely recalled Dawson having no beard upon their last meeting, and that was just plain weird.
Sitting on the far outskirts of a training field, relaxing in the grass on a blanket, several books, and his sketchbook, Chance reached for his phone, sliding a thumb across the screen to type out a new message.medigel Text to Dawson:yoooo I'm out on the fields if you want to come join me biggrin I've got snacks
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 10:33 pm
In all honesty he had forgotten about Chance's first text: a side effect of sleep deprivation, work, worry, and not always healthy eating habits. At some point in the haze of his schedule, he might recall a glimpse of that smiling face and a note to reply later when he had more time, but eventually 'more time' was 'later' and 'later' became 'crashing on the bed mattress five steps in'.
He wasn't feeling much better when the second text arrived, but at least Thaw had taken one concern off his hands. Blinking several times at the message, Dawson chugged his Coke, tossed it away, and quickly replied.
kuuropii Text to Freddie: u had me at snacks bro : D omw
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 12:32 pm
Chance was chewing on some potato chips when Dawson arrived, and he craned his neck to see the other man, leaning back on his hands and smiling broadly up at his friend.
"Hey," he said lightly and then laughed. "Well, I actually don't mind the heat so much, but if you want we could move to a more secluded spot. I think there's probably some shade over by the towns, if you don't mind, you know, shadowy creatures trying to eat you every now and then."
Chance grinned and patted the spot next to him for Dawson to join him.
"Sit, tell me your life story," he deadpanned, and gestured to his small stash, which consisted of a few bags of chips, some chocolate chip cookies, several water bottles and juice boxes, and a few brownies. "It's been a while, you doing okay, man?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:10 pm
"Oh, this? This reminds me a'Georgia, it ain' nothin' if ya sit still." Dawson plopped right on down and helped himself to a half-melted brownie. "I'm just sayin' yer the one who's gonna deal with the pit stank in a lil'." Only polite to warn about it after all.
Licking the sweet smears off his fingers and lips (glad for once he didn't have to worry about cleaning a beard as well), he smiled wanly at Chance. "Me? I been fine, just been workin' a lot s'all. Plumbin' n' s**t thanks t'those crazy vines or whatever." A lot more than that, but it would have been rude to complain. "You? I ain' seen you in a while, bruh, you gone n' found some other boy t'bug, huh?" Dawson teased, ribbing him with his elbow.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 10:20 pm
Chance waved a noncommittal hand.
"Don't worry," he said with a laugh and a sideways glance at Dawson. "I've smelled worse, and besides, it's just you. Not a huge deal, really, I don't really care if you smelled like roses or if you smelled like the back end of a garbage trunk." His fingers fluttered again nonsensically. "You're fine, really."
It was still a little bizarre seeing Dawson without a beard. Chance squinted at his barren face, resisting the urge to reach out and poke at it. It wasn't necessarily bad, per say, but it was unfamiliar; almost like he was talking to someone else entirely.
"Is that fine like, my kind of fine, where you're actually fine," he said dryly, "Or fine as in, 'I just killed my three sisters but I'm fine' kind of fine?"
He helped himself to bag of chips, tugging it open.
Yes was the answer, except not quite in the way Dawson meant it, because Chance didn't want to replace Dawson with Otto, it was just someone - and something - new in his life. Except he didn't say this, and instead just laughed good-naturedly, jabbing Dawson's side with his own arm.
"Please, you know I would never break up the Shaggy and Freddie dream team," Chance said with a grin and a laugh. "I've mostly been keeping to myself lately, figuring out what to do with my life, y'know?" He gave a mock dramatic sigh that turned into an actual sigh.
"A lot of s**t's happened with all of those ******** vines and whatnot, I'm still settling down after it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 12:18 am
Dawson barked a laugh in a way that implied he actually had smelled as bad at one point in his life.
"The hell? Son, you get some strange thoughts wanderin' those pastures," he snorted. "Do I look like I just got outta murderin' someone? Naw, bruh, m'just exhausted 'cause a'all tha' s**t happenin' like ya said. Plus work." It wasn't a lie at least. "Hell, someone could come start murderin' me in the chest n' I wouldn't be able t'lift a damn finger..."
He helped himself to a bag of chips. "Mm...You figure out anythin' yet?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 10:14 am
"You've known me for how long now?" Chance asked in a deadpan voice, turning to look at Dawson, black curls sticking damply to his forehead. "I'm as strange as they come, maybe even stranger. And no," he added, his grin widening teasingly. "You're much too cute to go out and murder someone."
He ate another chip and chewed slowly, contemplating the question.
"Just that I need to be a little better at defense, I think," said Chance musingly. "I mean, I'm a sun hunter and all, and I have a good Moon partner - I think - but either way, I should at least learn to defend a little bit so that next time I can help out a bit more."
Chance exhaled a small breath that was more of a sigh.
"Anything new and exciting in your life, other than all the vine s**t? You totally didn't answer my absolutely stunning selfie text, by the way."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 11:49 pm
Dawson made an affronted noise. "I'm too what? A'ight, buddy boy, you just made it on the list." He tried to sound menacing, but felt it might have been more so if he had, well, a manly beard. And a less prominent reputation for being too nice for his own good.
He grumbled and ate more chips. "Yeah, uh, sorry 'bout that," he apologized. "Did see it, just thought I responded. Not been sleepin' so much, y'know?" He didn't really want to get into more detail, but the wear showed on his face now that they were sitting together. Dawson absently wiped at his brow, forgetting he didn't have bangs to worry about now.
"I dunno if you was here when it happened, but like, a idiot plague swept through here a while ago, 'fore the vines. Turned us all inta Zoolander--uh, super beautiful stupid models," he explained for his pop culturally-challenged friend. "So while that happened, I got this crazy idea I was," Dawson air quoted ironically, "'too hairy' n 'in need've a cut'," a sigh, "so here I am, stuck 'til the stubble turns me from Ken Doll t'Lumberjack again."
Dawson proceeded to whine pitifully.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 1:57 pm
Chance just blew a kiss in Dawson's direction, grinning mischievously at him as he ate another chip. "Okay, maybe not cute, but you're certainly too good of a guy to go out murdering people, at the very least. And that list of yours better be a list of the most awesome people ever."
It didn't particularly bother him that Dawson hadn't responded to his text, mostly because Chance wasn't the type to get bothered over such a thing. That, and he had sent the selfies out in a moment of sillyness anyway. His gaze slid sideways, Chance pulling his leg beneath him.
"Sorry to hear that," he said mildly, sweeping dark hair away from his forehead. "I mean, I rarely sleep at all anyway, but it sucks when you can't seem to get your mind settled enough to crash."
Chance's brows rose. He hadn't understood the Zoolander reference, but the explanation that followed was good enough as it was. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, and he reached over, patting Dawson's newly bare face reassuringly.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you don't look half bad like this, just different," Chance said with a laugh. "I could never pull off the whole lumberjack look."
This, of course, just succeeded in reminding him of a recent conversation about said lumberjack look, and he fought back another smile as he dropped his hand away.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 12:03 am
Dawson made the most pitiful face as Chance perused his bare chin. "I don' want half bad," he whined. "Look I'm five, man, no girl gonna find that hot. I want Beardy back." At least he was confident in the fact that Chance wouldn't mock him for nicknaming it so.
"Anyway, you owe me some updates." He wiggled a chip at Chance. "How'd yer sitch with the friends n' sleepin' thing go first off? Ya'll good now, or do I gotta prep a can a whupass?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:51 pm
"I'm sure there are plenty of girls that would find you hot," said Chance with a laugh. "Or guys. I think you're pretty attractive both with and without the beard, but I do admit that it feels kinda strange that you don't have one right now."
He reached out and plucked the chip from Dawson's fingers, just to be obnoxious. It took him a moment to realize what he as referring to.
"Oh," said Chance, chewing thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think I got everything worked out with that." He gave a rueful laugh. "It was a little awkward at first, I'm sure they thought I was acting ******** weird, but by the end I think things have gotten resolved. At least, I hope so."
He reached for a half melted brownie and broke it in half, ignoring the way that the chocolate oozed over his fingers, taking a bite of it.
"Not sure if you're referring to my lack of actual sleep, or the sleeping around bit, but the latter is worked out, and the former, well..." One of Chance's shoulders rose and fell in a halfhearted shrug. "I do what I can to actually get some shut eye here and there."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:27 pm
"Don' you know how t'make a guy blush," Dawson snickered, shrugging the compliments off. "But good. Sounded like too much s**t between friends t'be bothered with."
He grabbed a few more chips and stuffed them in his mouth quickly before Chance got any ideas. "Worked out like you got a sched?" he asked, only half joking. He didn't feel a need to ask about sleeping; Chance always had had weird sleeping habits, and it would just invite the guy to ask the same in return probably, which Dawson did not feel like getting into. "What, you pencil in people like appointments?"
He gestured with an invisible pen. "Yeah, sorry, Mr. Big, you was late, so we only got time for a handjob 'fore my 4:30 comes in." Dawson broke out into a small fit of giggles afterwards.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:40 pm
"And you know me," said Chance airily, wiping chocolate off of his fingers. "Not a huge fan of s**t going down at all. The less drama there is to deal with, the better. I'm just glad it was resolved the way it was and nothing actually ended."
He gave a snort of laughter that turned into a full on laughing fit as Dawson went on, Chance bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.
"Yes, that's exactly what I do," he said in a deadpan voice. "I have an opening for three o'clock this afternoon if you wanted to get a quickie in before duty shifts, you know, that's just how I roll."
Shaking his head, Chance popped the other half of his brownie into his mouth. "Well," he said thickly, licking his lips for any residual crumbs. "I spend a lot of my time trying to be active, so I can actually like, feel tired when nighttime rolls around, though that hasn't really worked. But there have been times here and there when I've actually fallen asleep at a semi-decent hour."
He lifted his hands wide. "It's a miracle. All hail...whatever it is that you hail."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:51 pm
Dawson crossed his arms. "You, sir, offend me. I need a goddamn dinner first," he demanded, tossing his hair back with great affront. "Where's the ********' first class treatment? I was here first, sheeyit...Get a quickie, my a**..."
Probably not the best choice of wording there. He broke character and laughed some more at himself.
"Seriously, that works for ya?" He was growing curious. "You just...go ask someone n' do the do or whatever? Anyone in particular I oughta know about? y'know, just in case s**t goes south again."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 11:14 pm
"Fine," said Chance grandly, pointing a finger at Dawson. "Dinner first, maybe some wine to go with your cheese, and then we'll have ourselves a nice lumberjack quickie in a cabin in the woods. I'll give you all the special treatment," he added, waggling his eyebrows obnoxiously.
He laughed again. "By keeping myself busy, I didn't actually mean sex every time, just so you know," said Chance, casting an amused look at his friend. "I mean, granted, it does help, especially if it's with the right person, but for the most part I just try to keep myself occupied."
A hum escaped him as he considered the question. Chance reached for a soda, popping the tab on it and taking a swallow, the cold a soothing temperature on the hot day.
"I'm not...well, it's not complicated, it's actually the opposite of complicated," he said musingly. "But, you know, it's nice to have someone to keep you warm at night - not necessarily like, the physical part, just being around them, I mean."
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