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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 1:55 pm
"You got hobbies, dude. Add more junk and books with stars and you've got yourself a man cave." Damn. He wouldn't be making a clean get away. Babysitting a drunk Chance was not in his plans this night. But now it seemed to be anyway. The man's hand around his wrist, Otto gave a groan. "Sure, I'll stick around." Maybe Chance would sleep. Otto was tired anyway. He sat down with Chance.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 4:23 pm
"Maybe you should decorate for me, then," Chance said grandly, as if this was the best idea in the entire world. He started to push himself up and then promptly fell back down again, his head spinning dangerously, vision slipping in and out. He raised his free hand and rubbed at his eyes.
"We're friends, right," he mumbled, the words slipping and half slurred together. "Friends are good, friends are...I don't know what friends are."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 4:30 pm
He would not be decorating someone else's room. But he pretended to smile as if he would. It came out like a grimace. "If you like spendin' time with me, and we get along? I'd say we're friends." Otto indulged the other man' inebriated questions. "It ain't a difficult concept."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 4:48 pm
There was a relived smile on Chance's face, and for a few moments he was silent, his fingers idly smoothing along Otto's wrist in absentminded gestures. His other arm was flung over his eyes, which were closed, his breathing slow and even.
"I like spending time with you," he said with a little smile and a sharp intake of breath. "So far you're the only one who, like, I can totally stand for more than a few minutes, 'cause you're like, the coolest."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:07 pm
Why did anyone think he was cool? It was a load of bull s**t. Chance just didn't know better. Honestly, why did he allow himself to make friends? He let out a tired sigh. He was supposed to be talking himself out of hating himself. But he needed to be careful. He was prone to sucking up this sort of praise like a sponge and living off it. "Probably cause we ain't fought over nuthin' yet." Otto murmured honestly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:11 pm
Chance let out an inelegant snort.
"Did you want to fight over something?" he asked, fingers stopping in his ministrations. Then, in a slightly worried tone of voice that was only audible when he had lost control of his senses, Chance asked, "Are we supposed to fight over things? Is that what friends do?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:13 pm
Otto rolled his eyes. Why was this punk not sleeping yet? "There ain't rules, dude." Otto replied with strained patience. "If you wanna be friends, we're friends. And no, I don't wanna fight. I don't like fighting." He'd been doing too much of it, and it was always his fault. Everything always was.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:24 pm
"Okay, good, very good, good," said Chance in relief. "I don't like fighting, there has been too much fighting, I make a lot of messes, you see," he added, in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice. "Like, totally, and I definitely keep, you know, saying s**t, but really, Otto, you are like, the ultimate comfort food."
He rubbed at his eyes, his face paler than usual. "Yes. Yes good."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:26 pm
Comfort food... "You need to sleep now." Otto replied blandly, trying to pull a blanket over the man's face. He didn't want to hear anything more embarrassing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:29 pm
He batted away at the blanket with a soft whine.
"I can't sleep, that is the problem," Chance intoned. "I don't sleep, haven't you noticed, sleep is like, an illusion."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:30 pm
"I feel like a supply of tranquillizer darts could solve your problems. All 99 of them."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 5:32 pm
Chance snorted with laughter, in spite of being heavily under the influence of a great deal of alcohol.
"See, that's why I like you," he said, tugging on the hem of Otto's shirt in a childlike gesture. "You're just so Otto. But you ain't shootin' me in the a** with any dart, mister."
He rolled a little on the bed. "If I try to sleep, will you stay with me?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 6:01 pm
"Sure. But only if I get to sleep, too." Otto had meant to go straight to bed anyway. Chance just so happened to be a drunken barricade on that path. He failed to see how being so Otto was a good thing. He'd hate to have a friend like himself. He was an a**. Were people here just masochists? "You sure you only drank too much while trying to get away?" He wasn't using it to forget? Or solve?
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 6:44 pm
"Yes, yes, you can sleep, come on," said Chance, tugging more insistently on Otto's shirt now, trying to get him to lay down.
The question made him pause a little, Chance blinking as he tried to process it through his alcohol-addled mind. "Get away from what?" he asked, sounding bemused. "From De - Deu - the island or from something else?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 6:39 am
Otto finally let Chance pull him down. He didn't want to think about why he felt on guard. He told himself he felt this way because he was on babysitting duty. Nothing more. He just hoped Chance's insomnia was weakened by the booze. "You tell me." He murmured back, giving him a bored expression.
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