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 Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:19 pm
Sanity Check
Every time he does it, she can't help but think "it's fine, I'm used to it."
She just didn't expect it from Chris too.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:23 pm
Briefly Awake
His eyes went wide for a second, as if he'd actually believed he could be grounded. Like they were ******** kids back home and they'd ******** something up again. He recovered quickly and scoffed. "You're not my mom you can't ground me for a second, let alone forever. Besides, what're you going to ground me from?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:34 pm
Briefly Awake
Chel's closed for a moment too long as a solemn smirk came across her lips. Chris had given the right answer- he always would.
"Yer mom was a d**k and I'm assumin' all parental rights and that includes grounding forever." She gently bumped her fist against his arm, less a nudge and more a tap. "And yer grounded from ever leavin' me again."
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:39 pm
Briefly Awake
"Gay."
He sunk into the infirmary bed and closed his eyes. This was the second time he'd left her. Once was a coincidence, twice was a pattern...
He really hoped there wasn't a third time.
"Are you gonna sign my cast or what? It's been like ten minutes why are you waiting so long?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 10:47 pm
Briefly Awake
"Depends," Chel said, stretching out in front of him. "What's your range of motion?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 12:09 am
Briefly Awake
"I... don't actually know." He peeked one eye opened and lifted his arm to test it. His shoulder felt stiff, but it wasn't actually unmovable. The cast was stupid and bulky and L-shaped, though, so he could really only move it so far before hitting himself in the face.
"Not bad, I guess? Could be worse."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 1:41 pm
Briefly Awake
"So pretty shitty," Chel summarized.
A beat.
"Good."
She promptly slid the permanent marker off the nightstand and began drawing a whole plethora of dicks, in particular pictures of Chris with dicks in his mouth. Since he couldn't move to stop her, she had quite a bit of fun. Payback.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 9:26 am
MoonbrosOne late morning while punching in to shadow people at the infirmary, Dawson spotted a single name on the board and froze. After a few seconds, he begged permission to hang back for a while and, after giving the hunter his biggest puppy face, the trainee peeled away to go find his quarry. It happened one after the other. He found the door. He opened it. He saw Chris lying there. And regardless of the state he was in, Dawson immediately sucked in some breath and barked, "WAKE UP, JACKASS!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:02 am
Briefly Awake "Hey!" Chris jerked, trying to get away from the barrage of dicks, but it was useless. He was confined to the bed and it was going to happen whether he liked it or not.
"Have you ever even seen a d**k? That looks terrible."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:13 am
MoonbrosHe'd been so close to sleep. So close.
He jerked awake with a startled yelp, sitting upright in the little bed. With panicky movements he started to scramble at his blankets to get away, before he realized who was standing in the doorway.
His shoulders slumped with the sudden wave of relief. "s**t, oh my god you scared me you a*****e."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:42 am
Moonbros"Scared ya? Scared ya? Well <******** me, man!" Dawson growled as he approached. "I am so god damn sawry I scared ya on accounta MAYBE I GOT A BIT ASCARED M'SELF!" He jabbed a finger into Chris's chest, his other hand balled as if ready to punch his lights out. But the initial rage was starting to subside. "You thinkin' that, Chris? You been thinkin' 'bout the people who've been worry ta ********' sickness over you?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 11:57 am
MoonbrosChris's first thought was that Dawson's accent gets way more pronounced than his own when he's angry. It was endearing, and way easier to think about than actually processing what the other man was saying.
He rubbed at the spot that Dawson had poked. "Yeah," he croaked, voice quiet and hoarse. "I really, really have. I'm so sorry, man."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 12:12 pm
MoonbrosHe gave a bullish snort. "Damn right yer sorry, ye...ye got-damn idjit." Dawsok wavered between irrational anger and relief a beat longer before giving in to the latter. Chris was yanked into a bear hug that forgot about his injuries and believed the only way to feel better was to squeeze harder. Maybe he wouldn't cry that way. "S'been a bad week, man," he mumbled as he fixed his cap. "Glad t'see ya break the streak. Sorry fer hollerin'...How're ya doin'?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 1:18 pm
MoonbrosThe hug startled him almost as much as the yelling had, but it was nice. He sunk into the embrace, trying not to cry himself. Sometimes he forgot that other people cared about him now. Somewhere along the way it had stopped being just Chel and Chris, and other people had begun to matter. "You're gonna crack my ribs, buddy," he said reluctantly. Everything hurt, but it was almost a good kind of hurt. "I'm already broken enough."
He quickly swiped at his eyes, getting rid of the evidence any pathetic wateriness. "I'm okay. Broken arm and some scratches." He peeled back the edge of the bandage on his face, revealing a small portion of the healing scar. "'Tis but a flesh wound."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 1:36 pm
MoonbrosHe pulled up a hair as he spoke. "s**t, ya think I'm bad? Wait 'til Lydia sees ya." He had the prudence not to talk about how bad Chris' roommate had been. "Or Chelsea, hell, I hope she punches ya fer me 'cause now I don't got the heart, y'look so pitiful." Dawson snorted again at the sight of that scar. "Aw s**t." He took his hat off and pressed it to his chest. "Damn shame, Chris, yer pretty face gon rest in pieces. I'll try ta ford some a'the ladies offa me n' send 'em yer way."
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