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 Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:32 pm
He smirked, this time reaching out to place his own hand on Otto's face.
"Shhh, shh," said Chance placating. "Just admit that you're a turkey and we'll be all good."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:36 pm
A hand over his face as his friend shushed him to silence. Otto was not as restrained and well mannered as Chance. Otto licked his hand.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:45 pm
Chance made a stifled sound and yanked his hand back, only to wipe it on Otto's shirt front.
"Gross," he said with a smirk. "Otto cooties."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:47 pm
"Yep." Otto's peaceful face was that of a winner. "It's terminal." He replied calmly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:49 pm
Chance made a face, reaching up to tug on a lock of Otto's hair.
"Does this mean I'm gonna turn into a blonde haired, freckle faced brat," he deadpanned, but there was a note of amusement in his voice.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:53 pm
"Ugh." Otto's lip curled. "That'd just be creepy. An army of me." He shuddered. He wondered how Taym and a few others felt about having clones out in the world. "Maybe you'll just inherit my winning personality."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 5:55 pm
"As much as I like you, I do think just one of you is enough," said Chance with a laugh, idly curling a strand of Otto's hair around one finger. "I'm pretty sure just one of anyone is good enough, heaven knows one of me is certainly enough."
He gave a snort. "Yes, you and your just beautiful stubborn personality," he said with a smirk.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:00 pm
"I'm not stubborn. Everyone else is stubborn." He joked with a straight face, his eyes closing rather than staring at the endless blue sky. "Hey." He murmured after a little bit of time had passed. "If you ever wanna hear me play drums, I'll let ya this time."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:04 pm
"Hey, stubborn is a good thing, in my opinion," said Chance, now fully sifting his hand through Otto's lazily. He lapsed into silence, almost drifting off to sleep, his eyes falling shut, and his finger stilled, sliding to a rest in the blonde locks.
They opened again, however, upon hearing Otto speak again, and a bright smile lit up Chance's face.
"Really?" he asked eagerly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:07 pm
"Yeah. I don't mind." He felt comfortable enough now, he thought. Hell, he was laying on the grass with some dude on him and a hand in his hair. Was drumming for a friend really that big a stretch?
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2015 6:10 pm
Once he was awake again, his hand automatically started up the motions again, sliding fingers through Otto's hair in lazy gestures.
"I've always been a fan of music," he said, sounding thoroughly pleased. "And I think it'd be great to hear you play, if you'll let me."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:16 am
That was dangerous. The lazy circles in Otto's hair was making him way too sleepy for anyone's own good. It was like an emergency off switch. "Well, I did just say I'd let you." He murmured slowly. "Ain't changed my mind.. yet.." "..music's pretty cool..." An understatement for him, considering his main creative outlet was drumming.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 11:25 am
It was equally dangerous for Chance, since he had been determined to not be too touchy feely around Otto, and here he was, draped over him with a hand in his hair and feeling entirely too comfortable and warm.
Chance snorted, unable to bring himself to move, but his lips quirked upwards into a smile.
"You told me that one night that you were a musician," he murmured. "That night we first met; you said that it was one of things that defined you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 3:47 pm
"Yeah, I did.." He remembered it quite well. He'd been feeling lost; and Chance, a total stranger, had helped him figure things out again. "When I was little one Christmas, I didn't play with none of my toys. I just piled up the boxes they came in and used them as drums." He smirked to himself. "Pissed off dad somethin' royal. Called me a waste of money." Nothing out of the norm for the man. Otto to him was always a waste of something. Money, effort or time. "I got bored after a few days and made a fort before Dad finally threw them all out when I was sleepin." He'd always been a total buzz kill. Though he supposed in his defence, Otto had made a lot of ruckus.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 3:54 pm
Stories about childhood were always interesting to Chance, even with Otto's hardships; maybe because it was similar to Chance's own in some ways, but different in other ways. <********," said Chance derisively, fingertips brushing against the side of Otto's face as he toyed with his hair. "But you have your own drum set now, so that's pretty awesome."
He was silent for a moment and then let out a little hum. "I once had a violin, a long time ago. Took it from the elementary school that I went to before I was pulled out."
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