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 Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:12 am
"Oh yeah..." He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's right. You gotta do what I want...." How long had it been now? It was a little worrisome. "There's gunna be the cake, the pie, root beer float... Hmm what else.." He'd have to think long and hard about this. It was serious business. "Massages... hmm..." Yes, so many plans.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:19 am
Chance guessed they were at the ten and half hour mark by now, though he'd kind of lost track, which was problematic. Either way, it was a long time, far surpassing the actual time the artifact used. He wondered if, after all the effort it had taken to get the damn thing, it was actually worth it in the end.
"You can make a list," snorted Chance in amusement, trying not to think about the time, fingers idly sifting through Otto's hair. "Or you can just wing it. And obviously it doesn't have to be immediately after, you can decide when you want to redeem your coupon, so to speak."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:24 am
"I dunno.. valuable coupon... N'how am I supposed to know what I can only get with it.. and just normal stuff I get anyway?" Because Chance spoiled him as is, even if not in the monetary sense.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:28 am
His brows rose in mild surprise.
"That's for you to decide, I suppose," said Chance, sounding amused. "I mean, I guess you could tell me not to sass you back, or whatever. I won't be able to back out of it, or make a snarky remark about how I think you look cute when you get all defensive."
He gave a hum of thought.
"Or I could take over a duty shift, etcetera, etcetera. Regardless," Chance sighed "I'm just hoping this ******** sensitivity ends soon, seeing as how it's outrageously inconvenient."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:33 am
"Despite the damned Cute comment.." Otto grumbled with a groan, "I like your sass just fine. It ain't fun if you don't fight back." Duty shifts was a good one. More time to have fun and relax. He was sure he'd think of something. Many things. "Yeah, I don't see how your little trinket is gunna come in handy anymore..." Maybe it'd last a whole 24 hours...
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:39 am
"Good," said Chance breezily, "because sassing you back happens to be one of my favored pasttimes."
He grinned cheekily at Otto, though it faded a little at the rest of his sentence. "I suppose it could be good, only if used in advance," said Chance with a sigh, shifting to rub a hand idly over his temple. "You know, if I knew I was gonna be gone for a certain amount of time, or if I just wanted to get some quick information here and there. But as something that could be used just in the field..."
He trailed off with a shake of his head, curls falling over his forehead. "It took me forever to do all the research and to go through all the s**t I had to in order to even find this," said Chance, sounding exasperated. "And this is what it winds up being like."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:43 am
Otto knew that feeling. He'd gone on many trips with colleagues to find hidden treasures, and fought against terrible enemies. All of them for naught. He'd ended up with a special artifact through luck alone. And his night vision sunglasses did not have nearly the strain Chance's item did. "I'm... sure somewhere down the road.. it'll have a practical use." He murmured hopefully, feeling bad for him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:47 am
"Maybe," said Chance, sounding unconvinced, but he appreciated the sentiment all the same. "I suppose it's not entirely impossible, maybe. Or maybe I'll just have to find a different artifact, one that actually will be able to help me with what I need it to help me with."
Though what exactly that was, wasn't entirely clear. Chance heaved out another sigh, dropping his forehead onto Otto's shoulder.
"Can't I just, like, fast forward to the end of this pain part or something?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:50 am
"It'll be easier to fast forward if you don't concentrate on the time." Which was also easier said than done.
He grimaced, pulling away slightly just to peek at the clock on the wall. He really wanted to help him. Truly. But he was out of ideas. There wasn't anything he could do, but..
...the infirmary...
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:52 am
"Trying not to concentrate on the time is like trying not to breathe," said Chance, his voice slightly muffled. "All I can think about is that if I just knock my hand on something, I'm going to like, break my wrist or some s**t like that."
He made a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat.
"Ten and a half hours of feeling like I'm made of glass. I don't know if I can last another ten and a half."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 2:58 am
********. He really was worried. But dragging Chance to the infirmary also risked him getting hurt. Still, it was better than whatever this was. "Chance.." Otto murmured, his brows knit in concern, "We should really get you to the infirmary.. I don't like this.."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:03 am
He'd really been hoping to avoid going. But he'd also banked on the artifact's effects only lasting a short while, and they were going on almost half a day now, which was more than a little extreme. Chance hated to admit that it was a good idea, but it was the only idea left, short of attempting to knock himself out.
"...all right," he mumbled, after a few minutes of silence while he weighed every possible option and came up with nothing else. "I've got jack squat, so...infirmary it is."
Reluctantly, he unwound his arms from around Otto's neck and lifted his head, exhaling a breath.
"I might need a little help getting there, though."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 3:07 am
Otto nodded. "I know. C'mere." Otto got up first, offering himself to be Chance's crutch. "Let's try and get you there without any new bruises."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:55 am
He made a sound of resignation, something like a sigh, and eased himself slowly off the couch with unsteady, uncharacteristically cautious movements. The cuff jangled against his arm, spreading gold across the skin of his ******** thing," Chance muttered, sliding his arm around Otto's shoulders. "All right, let's go."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2015 4:27 pm
After a rather slow and careful journey to the Infirmary, Chance was handed over for observation. Otto of course stuck around, despite it being late and feeling exhausted himself. He rubbed his eyes, loitering around and waiting to see if Chance would simply be assigned a bed or sent right back out again.
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