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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:05 pm
He turned his head to look at Otto fully now, eyebrows drawing together.
"Hey," said Chance gently, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his shoulder, keeping his hands firmly to himself. "You know I'm just messing with you, right? So far you've given me plenty that I'm glad to have."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:17 pm
"Yeah, it's fine." Otto mumbled, opening the box and sticking a finger into the icing. Sugar made this all temporarily better. "Nuffin'.." His muffled voice repeated, his mouth closing around the icing covered digit.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:22 pm
His expression had grown suspicious.
"Well," said Chance, deciding not to push it, his eyes flickering. "I'll let it go, and gently remind you that you can always talk to me about whatever s**t you want."
He snuck his hand over to the box, intending to steal a bite of frosting.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:29 pm
Otto smacked his hand, giving the man a playful glare. Sure, Chance had paid for the cake. All the cakes. And the burgers and fries... . . . Still no. "Might take you up on it. Maybe."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:32 pm
He made a wounded noise, but there was a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as Chance obediently withdrew his hand back to his lap. It was somewhat of a relief to see the familiar glare on Otto's face, in spite of it being directed at him.
"Well," said Chance. "Anytime you need me, I'm here."
A pause.
"Well, mostly, you know, since apparently I still haven't figured out a workable sleep schedule."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:34 pm
"It's easy. Night falls, you sleep. See a couch, you sleep. See a pile of pillows? Sleep. That's how I do it." He knew it wasn't so simple, but it was fun to poke.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:37 pm
He stuck his tongue out at Otto.
"Yes, well, thank you Doctor Graves, it's the actual sleeping part that I haven't figured out yet," said Chance dryly. "I see the nice pillows, and the darkness, and the blankets, and the almost comfortable bed, but the actual falling asleep part is where the mystery lies."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:39 pm
"I'd tell you to see a doctor, but the ones we got are bonkers." He advised mournfully.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:44 pm
He looked slowly at Otto.
"That does not sound appealing. Or reassuring."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:48 pm
"You get three options. Never sleep. Sleep well. Sleep forever." He made sure to use his spooky voice.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:51 pm
"N....noooooo," said Chance, looking aghast, but he let out a laugh. "I think out of those three, I'll take the sleep well, since I'm already never sleeping, and I'd really rather not sleep forever, that seems a bit unproductive..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:59 pm
"Well, guess you could always try and talk to someone... but Life Division anything is often real testy." Chance could end up with new limbs or something. Or worse. "I wish I could help."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:01 pm
He toyed with the grass, his amusement slipping into something a little more rueful.
"You have," said Chance quietly, without looking at Otto "You have already."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:03 pm
He had? But Chance wasn't sleeping, right? Well, whatever he supposed. "I should get back. Cakes need to get put in the fridge." He murmured, gathering the bag into his hands. Too much fresh air, too much idle chatter. He was practically a layabout now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:05 pm
He was about to say it - that staying in the same bed as someone else was somehow helpful, and that Otto had twice now managed to make him sleep before the early hours of the morning - but he refrained, Chance flashing an easy smile at his friend.
"Yes, a snack for later, right?" he said with a wink as he climbed to his feet, brushing off his pants. "Midnight snack."
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