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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:47 pm
Otto nodded grimly. "I wouldn't have blamed you if the situation were reversed, either." He said rationally, knowing full well he'd not have blamed anyone in his shoes. "What gets me more is that... I remember how it felt. Like.. I wasn't me.. but.." He huffed, leaning against Chance now with shoulders slumping. "Whatever I was in that state? Enjoyed it. And that just kills me." It haunted him. He just wished it had never happened. Suddenly not hungry, Otto slid the juice box onto the kitchen table.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:03 pm
His hand rubbed gentle circles against the small of Otto's back. It didn't really surprise him that he said he had enjoyed it; somehow it made sense, considering the maniacal expressions that had been both his and Maebe's faces, as well as the other's that he'd seen. But it didn't make it any easier.
Chance looked down at Otto, dark eyes flickering a little.
"How does it feel now?" he said quietly. "It was just part of the infection, Otto."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:07 pm
"Horrible, obviously." Otto grumbled, finding comfort in the small gestures Chance took to keep him calm. "I know it was..." He knew, he knew. But those faces, those voices, and all that red. He'd get over it. He had to. He had too many other things to haunt his dreams than to add this to it all. "I just didn't wanna push all the blame onto something else. I thought if I did, it'd make me a coward."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:13 pm
He gave a small nod of understanding, eyes watching Otto's face. The self-blame was still there, even if it hadn't truly been him that had been doing the things in the fist place. It wasn't so easy to get rid of the guilt.
Chance reached out and took Otto's hand. He guided it up to his neck and pressed it against the bandages, his own covering Otto's to hold it there, fingers gentle on his own. Beneath the wrappings, his throat was bruised and rubbed red, but the additions of pain medication was making that better.
"The last thing you are is a coward, Otto," he said quietly. His other arm tightened a little around his waist. "Yeah, you hurt us a little. You lost control of your senses and you lashed out - but that's the key word there, Otto, is the lack of control you had."
His fingers twitched a little over Otto's. "But you're here now, trying to make things right, and you didn't run away from either me or Maebe. Isn't that what makes all the difference?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:24 pm
Otto nodded, lightly running his fingers tips against the bandages. Not an ounce of himself wished to hurt Chance like that again. It still hurt. It would never not hurt. But Chance made a good point. Otto didn't run away from what he'd done. He was right there, dragging their asses across the island to try and save their lives. "Yeah. You're right." He murmured, letting go of a breath he'd been holding. "You're right." A quiet moment passed by. "Ohya... another thing about the apartment. Apparently the plumbing is shot all across the second and third floor." Thank God he hadn't needed the bathroom yet. "So guess what I get to do today.."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:33 pm
He let the quiet moment pass by, Chance idly stroking his fingers across the back of Otto's hand. Things like this weren't easily resolved, but at the very least, Otto was moving forward instead of trying to hide himself away from everything.
"Don't run away from me, okay?" said Chance lightly, and gave his hand a squeeze before letting go, leaning to peck a kiss to his forehead. "You're doing good, beautiful."
His eyebrows rose a little in mild surprise. "Guess this means we can't shower together, huh?" Chance deadpanned, and then smiled. "Well, if you need help cleaning up or organizing, or whatever s**t, I've got nothing to do except contemplate the meaning of life and other such nonsense."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:42 pm
Otto's eyes closed at the feel of a light kiss to his forehead. He wasn't running away, and he wouldn't be any time soon. He was doing good, just as Chance said. This was improvement, right? Chance's deadpan almost sounded sincere, in that Otto almost felt disappointed too. "Shame." He responded in turn. "Well, I could use help getting all my books n' DVDs back in order... and my CDs.." The whole shelf needed some love. He sure hoped none of the discs had cracked. "If you're offering. That'd be awesome. In the meantime, I really wanna get my bathroom working again. I want a damn shower." Because using disinfectant wipes to clean off blood didn't truly make him feel clean. "And I sure as Hell ain't usin' a communal one."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 3:57 pm
Truthfully, it was a little disappointing about the shower thing, but Chance was already secretly making up plans in his head to "christen" Otto's shower once everything was properly reinstated. He coughed, clearing his throat, and smiled innocently down at Otto, wiping said thoughts away.
"I can help with whatever you need," he said lightly. "I'm not exactly a plumber, but that doesn't mean I won't at least try to help with that. I can definitely do the movie thing, that's pretty straightforward. But first, come here - "
Chance wound his arms around Otto's waist and pulled him gently towards him, capturing his lips for a lingering, soft kiss. One hand rose and touched the side of his face before Chance drew back, a smile on his face.
"A proper I'm glad you're okay kiss," he murmured. "Because I'm really glad that you're okay, and that you're not infected anymore."
Chance pecked one more quick kiss and then drew away.
"Okay, shelf organization first and then shower s**t? Or vice versa?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 4:10 pm
That kiss was disarming. All the heavy weight of the previous conversation fell to the wayside. Otto was glad too. No longer infected. At least he sure hoped not. It had come out of nowhere and was gone just as quickly. "Me too.." He murmured back. It took him a moment, lost in those darkened eyes, to remember to answer Chance's next query. His kisses had been very distracting. "Huh...?" He blinked, "Oh! Right.. um. Movies first." Get the easy stuff out of the way, he figured. He patted the man's chest, fingers lingering briefly before managing to pry himself away. He rubbed his neck as he walked towards the bookshelf and entertainment unit. There were media devices scattered. A total mess. "Ugh.. and here I thought this was the easy job." He sighed, "Okay uh..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 4:24 pm
Chance sincerely hoped that this would be the last of the infection, but something told him that it was far from that. Still, at present, they were both lacking red eyes, and that in and of itself was a comfort. He felt Otto's fingers against his chest briefly, a warm and welcome weight, before he stepped away.
The movie area was in disarray. Chance gave it a look and then slid to sit down on the floor, legs crossed as he reached out and gathered an armful of things towards him in a big pile.
"Yes, but with two people it's easier to get the job done faster, right?" he said lightly, examining a DVD. "Here, I'll organize your movies and s**t, and you can do the actual like, wiring and devices stuff, since I'm totally unhelpful in that regard."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 4:38 pm
"True enough.. thanks, man." Otto clapped Chance on the back. With that plan in motion, Otto moved his way to the back of the entertainment unit, using his own strength to push it away from the wall. It hurt a bit; his chest was still healing. But he didn't need to move it far. Otto got to work, picking up fallen electronics and getting them set up again. "I guess this is as good way as any to get acquainted with what movies I got. If you see any you might like, remember'em for next time we watch somethin'." Otto squinted at the wires, checking for any tears from their sudden dislodging from the walls. He was lucky none of them had smashed into the floor too hard. Very lucky. He sat on the floor at once point, resetting a DVD player's clock back to normal.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 4:54 pm
By the time that Otto was finished getting out what was behind the television, Chance had made three little stacks of movies - ones that looked like they were action-ish, ones that looked cartoony, and a third one that that was starting to be the largest pile, and held anything involving natural disasters of a sort.
"I'll probably have to refer to your good judgement," said Chance with a laugh. "Although a few of these end of the world ones look good, and I think I recall someone telling me that it was a crime against humanity that I haven't seen any Disney movies."
He shifted to stretch his legs out and plucked up another movie.
"After we get everything working again, we should have ourselves a nice, relaxing movie night where nothing tries to eat us or inhabit us, or attack us."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:19 pm
"I dunno about a crime. I like'm cause it's nostalgic." And because he was a total child at heart, but that part he kept to himself. "Amen." Sorting, cleaning, plumbing. Then they could relax. A hard earned break from all the repairs and memories of the night before. "I think I got popcorn n' everythin'."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:26 pm
"Well, we both know that instead of Disney movies, my childhood was filled with my mother's boyfriends and stealing violins from my elementary school," said Chance with a laugh. "Not exactly picturesque."
He liked the idea of a relaxing evening with popcorn. Chance finished organizing the movies and then glanced up at Otto, peering at what he was doing.
"Where am I putting all of these? Are they going back onto one of the shelves?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:33 pm
"Right.." Chance never had fun childhood moments like Otto had. Sure, Otto's were few and far between; but he had them. "Hey, stealin' violins can be nostalgic." Why not, right? "Oh. Yeah, sorry. The bookshelf. I got more movies than books, so..." So over half the bookshelf was DVDs. He stood up, brushing off his pyjama pants. "Okay. s**t's all hooked up again."
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