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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:48 pm
"Hah! I win!" Otto announced, letting go of Chance and letting himself roll off his body.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 3:53 pm
Chance, being the outstanding human being that he was, instantly flipped and rolled as soon as Otto's grip relaxed. He grabbed the other's shoulder, pushed, and flopped heavily on top of him, a smirk on his lips.
"Payback," he said cheerfully.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:00 pm
Otto's eyes widened. He'd been tricked! Honestly, he could probably flip this man back onto his head with a flick of his wrist if he wanted to. Despite his handicap (height and key cancer), Otto was still a fairly strong guy that wielded a six foot metal weapon. Probably. Maybe. "Well.." He said after a moment of deliberation, "I guess you win."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:02 pm
Chance was under no illusions that he could win, but his satisfaction of getting the upper hand (so to speak) probably obscured his logic just a tiny bit.
He lifted his head and propped his chin up on Otto's chest, grinning.
"You're so much ******** fun," said Chance with a laugh. "And yes, that's right, I am the victor."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:14 pm
"Well maybe if you weren't a damned heavy lump, I wouldn't be in this position." That mop of curly hair reminded him of some sort of poodle. He chanced a moment to ruffle the hair, since he wasn't about to get up until Chance moved. Or he shoved him. "I'm more fun when I can move." He said, moving his hand to Chance's smug face, covering the expression he wore with his palm.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:17 pm
He was still smirking, but his eyes fluttered a little at the hand to his hair, because in spite of his claims that he had no weaknesses (obviously a lie), people touching his hair was one of his secret pleasures.
"I'm sure you are - " Chance said smugly, the last bit coming out muffled due to Otto's hand in his face. He lifted a hand and curled his fingers around his wrist, laughing.
"Well, you're fun regardless, but either way."
He could have been really ridiculously obnoxious and done something childish, like licking Otto's hand or something to get it away from his face, but he refrained.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:29 pm
Aha! Chance had the same weakness Otto had. He had to wonder who didn't like getting their hair petted, though. Crazy people. People who didn't want to admit it, obviously. He removed his hand from Chance's face, and flopped his head back into the grass. The heavy and warm lump called Chance was feeling much like a blanket. Bad news for Otto because that made him think of bed which made him think of sleep. "M'not that fun." He disregarded after a moment. "I'm super serious. No nonsense."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:32 pm
Chance's eyes were half lidded, because it was very warm and comfortable lying like this, even if he was probably squashing Otto. He slanted his head sideways so his chin wasn't digging into the other, but he kept his head where it was, resting on Otto's chest, arms on either side of him.
"Nah," said Chance lightly with a smile. "Totally fun. But hey, super serious has its merits as well."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:34 pm
"Oh yeah? Humour me." He murmured in response.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:39 pm
Chance let out a little hum of thought.
"Serious means dedicated," he said, after a moment, tapping his fingers idly against the ground. "Which, in most cases, means level-headed, which also means intelligent. Of course, it's not so straightforward, but..."
Chance gave a shrug, a little smiling on his lips. "I like having some of that seriousness."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:46 pm
"Well, I dunno about most any of that. I think yer biased." He frowned. "Or butterin' me up for somethin." Like Cami had. Like everyone did. Everyone but Maebe. Maebe always gave it to him straight. Or so he hoped. He sighed, "Nah, I'm just a brat. Ain't dedicated or intelligent." He would have liked to let his arms hanf behind his head for neck support, but he was fairly tangled up.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:48 pm
He arched a brow.
"I don't sugarcoat, remember?" said Chance in amusement, shifting slightly to let Otto move his arms where he pleased, though again remained stubbornly where he was. "Though, yes, I will admit that you're a brat. And sometimes you are entirely too self-deprecating, and you talk a lot of s**t."
He smiled. "Besides, what would I butter you up for, hm?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 4:57 pm
"If you ain't sugarcoating, then ur just delusional." He mused absently. That seemed the most logical option. As for Chance's last query, Otto obstinately shrugged, his hands now casually behind his head. "I unno."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:00 pm
He let out an inelegant snort of amusement.
"Yes, that's me, Chance Bones, delusional stargazer and resident robot," said Chance dryly, Otto's warmth leeching into him. "As for buttering you up, like I said, I have no reason to, but I suppose it could be because I will later sacrifice you to the turkey gods."
He may or may not have been fighting a smile.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:20 pm
Otto lifted his head enough to flash a leering pair of baby blues at Chance. " You're a turkey." He let his head come back down. "Closer to a turkey than a robot, anyway."
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