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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:40 pm
"Okay, fine. Otto Sassafras Graves. Better?"
Chance burrowed down beside said sassafras, making a sound of happiness as the book was cracked open. The happiness, however, was only momentary, since at the end of every page, Chance found himself the unfortunate victim of book slapping.
"You little ******** - "
Chance made a grab for the book, but his depth perception was completely off, plus he was feeling very lazy and heavy, and he got one of Otto's wrists instead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:45 pm
"Mmmmmmmm no." He said obstinately. Likely he'd put down any middle name suggested just to be a brat anyway. Otto snorted as Chance's cuss, continuing to read until Chance grabbed his wrist. He gave the man an owlish expression, like he was wondering if he meant to do that or not. "Yer bein' fussy. No more cake before bed fer you." He didn't peel Chance off of him. He liked the warmth of his hand. Sadly, he continued reading. Or was it sad? Chance had his wrist, so he couldn't bop him anymore. "S'no fun if I can't hit ya." He murmured accusingly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:54 pm
"Oh, come on," said Chance, a hint of a whine to his voice, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes. "And here I thought sassafras was a good nickname."
The book was just as entertaining as he had anticipated, though the bopping was somewhat less than well-received. Chance just snorted out a laugh, an expression of mock horror on his face as he said, "Dude. You can't just take my cake away, that's the worst."
He almost stuck out his tongue like a four year old, but refrained, instead just making a face.
"Hitting me is not conducive to a good night's sleep," Chance pointed out; but he dropped his hand anyway, draping an arm lazily across Otto's legs instead and closing his eyes; it was a catlike gesture, more out of habit than anything else. "You're like, the worst bedtime story reader."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:57 pm
"******** no. I'm the best." He insisted, now a pillow for Chance's outstretched arms. "See, I give you brain damage, and you go the ******** to sleep." "It's science." He gave a sage nod, turning a page. "Since you can't absorb my sleepin' powers, this is all I can do."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:00 pm
"The woorrrrsstttttt," Chance stage whispered, but he flopped his head back down onto the bed and snorted. "I don't think that's quite the purpose of the book, just so you know."
But strangely enough, he did feel kind of sleepy already; a combination of the alcohol, Otto's warmth and easy presence, and the happiness stemming from the book, as well as an eventful last few hours. Chance's eyes fluttered back shut, and he inched a bit closer, a hum echoing in his throat.
"Maybe I'll absorb some of them while I actually sleep," he mumbled in obvious amusement, but his voice was a little muffled, a little muted. "If that actually happens."
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:07 pm
"Beeest~." He whispered back. Otto wiggled his feet at the ankle back and forth like a metronome, slow and steady. The book in his lap, and Chance draped over his legs. He looked cozy and relaxed, and not as sad as he had been. Maybe even tired. Could he finally sleep for a little bit? "Feel free to try." He murmured, the book feeling heavier as he became sleepy himself. The slowly accumulating weight of Chance over his legs likely helped. And the bed. And the booze. And the busy day. He was overdue for a nap. Or sleep. He flopped on his back again, the book hovering above his head. He finished the book like this, kindly sparing Chance's poor noggin from anymore thumps.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:15 pm
He wasn't quite sure what time it was anymore; sometime past midnight, for sure, but nowhere near morning; which for Chance, was relatively unheard of these days to be even close to sleep. Yet here he was, his mind swimming pleasantly in drowsiness, like it was completely normal.
He shifted a little as Otto did, if only to maneuver his arm back into place once he was settled, curled up next to him subconsciously wanting to stay closer to the warmth that he was emanating. The narration of the book wavered in and out of his thoughts, mingling with whatever sleep and alcohol hazed things his mind was coming up with until it was just soft and quiet and not much else.
"Otto," Chance mumbled, hardly aware of what he was saying but somehow feeling the need to say it anyway.
"Thank you," he murmured, and for the first time in a very long time, Chance slipped off to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:22 pm
At that time, he remembered why he loved having a girlfriend all the time; and why he'd been so ready to let Cami get close so fast. Falling asleep with someone close by really did make sleeping feel cozier and warmer. Not alone. Comforted. If he woke up afraid of a bad dream, there'd be a sleeping figure beside him, reminding him comfort was one nudge away. The ease and comfort of knowing; knowing he felt relaxed enough with someone to open up, or share body heat, or even just touch them without feeling awkward about it. He smiled at Chance's words, hearing the drowsiness in his voice. For at least one night, he helped an insomniac sleep at night. Otto let the book fall beside his head, and let out a relaxed breath. Calm, and at peace, he too fell asleep.
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