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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 3:59 pm
"Did you actually know how to play?" He asked, teasing with a straight face. He liked the contact between them, but the longer it went on, the more he was reminded of a few things. He was letting himself be comfortable for his own sake; Chance was reminding him of Cami; Chance was a guy. He was lying on a cliff with a guy as if he was with some girl. It hadn't bothered him at first, but now... Otto shifted, signalling he wanted to sit up. Alarm bells were ringing, and his heart couldn't take letting anyone too close again. Physically, emotionally. And he just couldn't bring himself to accept feelings he wish he didn't need or have.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:04 pm
He snorted. "No, of course not," said Chance mildly. "I probably sounded like a screeching, dying cat. But it was pretty cool, I have to say. I had fun trying to pluck at the strings until my mother shrieked at me to throw the damn thing away."
Something seemed to slip in the atmosphere; a quiet, sudden tension that hadn't been there before, and Chance knew that the time for lazy, comfortable warmth was up. He withdrew his fingers immediately, but somewhat regretfully pushed himself back away from Otto, sitting up and running his hand through his own hair.
"Maybe I'll learn to play for real at some point," he said lightly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:14 pm
"Maybe.." He murmured, feeling a sense of relief despite the cold feeling that was left behind. His arms wrapped around his middle, and his gaze remained fixed into the distance. "I heard violins are hard to learn.." He'd picked up drums fairly well. But he'd also had lessons from an expert. Hand picked by his grandfather. His grandpa had always done all he could to allow Otto to just be a kid. He'd played ball with him when no one else would, even though the man's back had not been what it once was. He missed his grandpa, even after all these years after his death. "There's a dude on the island who used to be a music teacher. But he's nuts."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:17 pm
Chance shifted his legs so that he was sitting cross-legged, idly toying with the rings on his fingers just to give his hands something to do now. "It wasn't that easy to even pluck at the strings," he said with a little laugh. "I did like the music, though, or at least, how violin music is supposed to sound."
He shifted again, now a little cold, and drew one leg up to wrap an arm around, bending to rest the side of his face against his knee. His eyebrows rose.
"Is he that Jerry guy that was talking on Twitter?" Chance asked curiously. "The one asking about instruments?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:21 pm
"Yuuup." Otto drawled lazily, "That'd be him." Jerry gave Otto the creeps. Mostly his enthusiasm, he supposed. Too much of it. Scared him off. "No reason you gotta play an istrument proper to enjoy it. It's all about how it makes you feel, anyway."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:21 pm
He made a mental note to be cautious around Jerry and grinned, fingers sifting through the grass.
"How do you feel when you play?" Chance asked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:27 pm
Otto's heart jumped, but he made an effort not to seem flustered. He kept his eyes on the ocean's horizon to keep steady. "It's hard to explain." He mumbled, "Sometimes I feel angry, sometimes I feel really excited. Depends on my mood, or the song. Or both." He shrugged, trying not to let his feelings on drumming get too high. "My head is in a whole other place when I'm playing."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:33 pm
He was silent for a strangely long amount of time, Chance regarding Otto with a quiet sort of contemplation.
"That's really ******** cool," he said finally, sincerely, his smile flickering across his face. "And no, that's not buttering up, I genuinely...find that to be really ******** awesome."
His expression was a little wistful. "I wish I had that sort of thing."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:34 pm
Otto managed to flick his gaze to regard Chance for a moment. "Maybe you just ain't found it yet."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:36 pm
He hummed again.
"Maybe," Chance conceded. "I mean, I have space and stars and the skies..."
He trailed off, fingers curling in the strands of grass.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:41 pm
"You do got that. Just cause you can't play it for people, don't make it nuthin' special. Hell, I don't even really play for anyone. I just play for me." He felt like they'd had a conversation on tangibility before.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:43 pm
He laughed. "You're right, of course," said Chance, though the distant look had not gone quite out of his eyes yet. He flashed Otto a bright smile, however, and leaned back on his hands, gazing skyward.
"See, this is why we're friends," he said. "Because you help me too."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:46 pm
"Give n' take." He murmured back, his own gaze falling back to the water. "What're friends for.." His hand reached for the box of cake again. Maybe a few more licks of the icing wouldn't hurt.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:49 pm
"Yes," said Chance. "You take, and I give."
He smiled entirely innocently at Otto and reached for a french fry.
"Because I am just that totally awesome of a person."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:57 pm
Except that was usually how all his relationships with friends went. He took. he never gave anything. Pieces of himself, he supposed. But nothing anyone really needed. Nothing worthwhile. Chance was teasing though. Just teasing... "The best." he murmured idly into the air.
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