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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:28 pm
That statement completely obliterated anything he’d been thinking. He had been…so sure, why else, after all…. Had Otto been so… ill, so traumatized, so…HORRIFIED?! He made a small wheeze sound. “What?” He repeated, staring in shock. “But…. I…” He stammered. “You….” He took a few breaths trying to process the information, trying to reorganize…every thought he’d had since the event. “You were…you were ILL, you were… I thought I –raped- you.” He shook his head slowly from side to side. “I thought, I thought I forced you to….” Like that explained why he’d have done what he did. He looked, chalky for someone who had such dark skin.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:36 pm
"Yeah, it made me sick. But not cause of that. Jesus, man..." Otto really needed to punch this dude. But maybe he'd wait till he could breathe without dying.
"You and your ********' misconception been givin' me a goddamn heart condition. You're a dead man when you're less close to death, I swear to God."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:45 pm
He buried his face in his hands and gave a strangled scream into the palms of his hands. Ignoring the pain till he had to struggle again for air. “You… I…”…and then a string of ‘moon speech’ that would have been potentially well suited to sailor moon. Then all he could do was laugh, it was a rather awful sound with the sore throat. “oh god….. oh my god.” He wheezed. “Are you serious?.... Y… you swear?” He shook his head. “You swear, I didn’t Honest to god…?
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:06 pm
"For Pete's sake, I thought I had it bad..." He murmured as he watched Zac express his relief at the expense of what was left of his throat. He waited it out, tapping his foot and looking off to the side, flustered and impatient.
"I swear." As far as he remembered, anyway. He very much doubted he would have remembered such a thing so horribly incorrectly.
He gave the man a glance and huffed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:18 pm
“Oh my GOD….” He swore and shook his head. “Otto…” He said but there were no words that could follow at that point. How the hell did you explain not only an identity crisis about… weather it was ok to be bisexual or not, bit also the horror at the idea that you might have forced someone into not only non consensual sex, but, doubling that up with forcing someone who was strait into it. He gave another like of semi hysterical laughter. “Oh my god….” He shook his head. “… Otto… that’s WHY… I… I…. god.” "...but...no... you didn't... you hated it though, right? I mean, I still made you sick.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:23 pm
His laughter scared him again, but more into the field of discomfort and not terror.
"That's not it.." He admitted with strain. "It's complicated." He scratched his neck, and begrudgingly took a seat by the bed.
"You didn't make me sick. I made me sick."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:34 pm
A soft sigh and he let his hands fall to his side… he understood that. He hadn’t reall wanted to, but he did understand that. Pain, did not add clarity. All the silly books he’d read had lied about that. “Yeah…” he exhaled slowly. “I think I get that.” He squeezed his eyes shut and just lay there for a long moment, maybe long enough to seem like he might have passed out again, but there was a ragged breathing. “Lets just… lets just say, there are out… outspoken people, in my family.” He had to break again. “Who don’t approve.” … a huff… “am I right?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:47 pm
"That's about the gist of it." Otto agreed, slumping in his posture. "I always fancied myself as a normal guy. But that all went downhill since about last year. One thing after another." His choices and risks upped the anty with every turn. This one had been a sharper, more painful turn.
Sex with a girl he didn't like? Strike one.
Sleeping with two girls? Strike Two.
Cheating AND sleeping with a dude? Strike Three. Out for the count.
"Take it easy, alright? You don't sound too good." A thought crossed his mind; a conversation from the night before. "Oh... there's somethin' else that kinda... makes this really.. really bad."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:55 pm
Well that earned him a look that assuredly said ‘nope, no rest for the wicked.’
“Please…god, say you’re not married.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:00 pm
"Well... no." Otto started,
"I have a girlfriend....s..." One of which didn't seem to mind bodily promiscuity. So the first one was of more worry.
"Maebe, and Cami." His voice died down to something more somber. "So this... can't get out..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:08 pm
A small laugh again, half relieved half shame. “I’m…. not that mean.” He admitted. “I’m…” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that…” he shook his head. “… go on… get out of here. M… makes sure, make sure I didn’t, ******** up your life ok? It’s just, its not much better than if I’d done what I thought I did if I just…waltzed in and ******** up what made you happy.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:13 pm
"Don't say that." Otto murmured, getting himself up again. "You didn't ******** up my life. I did."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:15 pm
"As... ironic a choice of words as that is... I am pretty sure, I'm pretty sure I remember kissing you first."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:20 pm
Otto's eyes narrowed. "You did?" He remembered the beginning of the night? Cause he sure didn't! It made his stomach turn, but this time he wasn't sure if it was actually revulsion or not.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:31 pm
“Pretty sure….” He admitted and shook his head slightly. “…pretty sure.” He repeated. That was one of the spots he remembered, leaning in and kissing, but at the same time, everything that followed was spotty. “Otto… I’m really tired.” He turned away. “Sorry mate….” “Just… before you say…anything, before you start wondering or being sick… please…god… go home and just…weigh out your priorities mate. Promise me that….” He felt sick, and heavy. “… Think what you’ve got… then think if you…really want to compare notes. Or f you just want to say… that maybe some bloke kissed you when he was drunk.”
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