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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:32 pm
Otto smirked. "Yer gunna ruin your purdy threads, man." He murmured back, "Wrinkled, yanno."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:34 pm
"You think I'm puuurrdddyyyy," Chance crooned, trying - and failing - to do an imitation of Otto's drawl. "You tooooottally think I'm purrrddddyyyyyy."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:36 pm
Otto gave a long and suffering sigh, reached up, and clamped Chance's nose closed wit his thumb and forefinger. "That was Godawful."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:42 pm
He gave a nasal sounding squawk and tried to bat Otto's hand away from his face.
"Excuse you, I'm fantastic, thank you very much."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:45 pm
Otto leaned up over him, gave him a long and accusing stare, and then released his nose. "As if." He snorted, shifting himself off of the bed. He padded to his bag, rifling through it to find his PJs.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:49 pm
Even as Otto was getting up to change, Chance just rolled over and buried his face in the pillows, gathering them against his chest like a little kid with a stuffed animal.
"I'm totally right. I am the best."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 4:58 pm
"Uh huh." Otto rolled his eyes lightly, pulling off his clothes as he got changed. "The best at what, exactly? Bein' a dweeb?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:01 pm
He turned his head to look at Otto, making a face.
"The best at being the best," Chance said delicately, watching him without a shred of shame. "I am the absolute most fantastic best at being the best, totally."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:05 pm
Otto paused his actions, slowly looking over at Chance after all his prattling had ceased. "Do you ever hear yerself when you talk?" He asked with a blink. "Cause that sounded ridiculous." And then he resumed changing clothes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:09 pm
He laughed good naturedly, turning his face back to the pillows.
"That was the whole point, jerk," said Chance, voice muffled. "And no, I don't hear myself talk, I'd rather listen to you talk."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:13 pm
Otto shook his head, finally dressed for bed. Unlike a certain, tall and lazy someone he could name. "I don't talk." He grumbled, crawling back onto the bed. "Good luck with that dream of yours."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:17 pm
Chance was hogging the pillows, but he slowly and tiredly sat up as Otto flopped back down, running a hand through his mop of curls.
"You talk just enough," he said with a grin, and bent over, planting a kiss to Otto's cheek before finally sliding off the bed with a sigh, rubbing his face.
"Besides, it'd be weird if you were suddenly some Chatty Kathy."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:20 pm
Otto smiled from the kiss, immediately sniping a pillow or two when Chance got up. "I wouldn't know what to talk about that'd make me go for more than a minute."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:24 pm
"Drums?" Chance suggested, without turning around, slipping the tie free from his collar. He took his time undressing, pleasantly tired and relaxed, carefully folding his shirt and draping it over the back of a chair. "Or music, maybe."
He tugged on a pair of shorts, but didn't bother with a shirt, because sleeping in one was too much effort. Chance padded back over to the bed and flipped a few of the blankets back, half flopping onto it without much ceremony or finesse.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2015 5:28 pm
"You got me there." He could probably go on and on about his favourite bands, about song lyrics he loved, about his favourite songs. Music was Otto's extra limb; a part of him as important as lungs and a heart. "I always wanted to try guitar," He murmured as Chance flopped over, looking over the man's shirtless form. "But like.. the chords look really complicated."
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