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 Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 9:53 pm
Rep was going to say something else, but the very sound of Otto saying the words c** buckets completely ******** derailed him in every way possible. He had to mentally rewind the whole conversation before he could even process an answer.
"Well. Look. Some of the bitches I ******** liked being called that shite. Some of them really liked being made to be subby, told they were worthless, told they were mine, it wassss like.. their.. thing y'know. And like, when I was LOOKING for a shag I never called them that all the time, I just thought it and lied."
He took a slow, steadying breath.
"s**t is shitty, so no." he slurred. "Y'think I'd like. Be chasin up drugs and s**t if I had s**t made? You think I'd be here mannin this bar alone drunk out of my ******** mind?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 9:59 pm
Otto shook his head. Rep came from a weirdass place. Maybe it was because Otto was not worldly, but Scotland sounded like a nightmare if it bred men like Rep.
"Is it just the job? Or is it all personal crap." He asked without beating around the bush, letting his drink sit for a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 6:46 pm
Rep sighed heavily. "Both?" he said with a grim sort of resignation. "The job can be ******** hard, personal s**t can be ******** harder."
He shook his head. "I've probably got nothing to really be complaining about though, there's people who have it a lot ******** worse than me. I'm just a like shitty bartender and a shitty person. You're a good person though, you really, really are."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 12:29 am
Maybe when compared to Rep he was a good person. Otto always meant well, but it didn't speak much for his actual accomplishments. "That's nice." He replied blandly, taking another swig of his drink. "But you're drunk, so..." He'd take that compliment lightly. "But whatever. I'm sure even you got things you done good that people just ain't noticed."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2015 2:37 pm
"SO?" Rep barked suddenly. "You sayin' cause I'm drunk I'm no able to make decen' ********?" he hit the countertop with his fist. "Take that ********' compliment or I'll make you take it." He sniffed haughtily.
"Eh, half the s**t I've done people would call ******** horrendous even if I did them for what I felt were the right reasons and to help others."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:08 pm
Otto smirked and shrugged. "Fine. I'll take the compliment as is." He murmured. "Maybe you did shitty things for the right reasons, but who hasn't?" He said back, "I mean, you ain't a saint or nuthin'. Far from it. Like... really far. Still, yanno. Sucks to live thinkin' ur trash all the time." Otto knew from experience as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:24 pm
"Good." Rep said gruffly, as if Otto objecting to compliments had been the last thing he'd needed that night.
He snorted. "Lots of people act like their s**t doesnae stink on this island, sometimes its easy tae feel like ye ur the only wan here who does anything that isnae some ******** paragon of ******** morality." His expression did soften towards the other man though. "And I widnae want to be a saint anywiy, do you know how many of them like, die super ******** young? Bad guys live a long while usually."
Once again eyeing Otto. "You are a good guy. Like a proper good guy. You do bad sit probably sometimes like the rest of us but like." he patted his chest. "In here you are like, one of the best people on this ******** island, I'd fight alongside you any ******** day." he smirked. "If ye wurnae always surrounded by carin people that is, if it wiz just you though, I'd help ye."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:31 pm
"I dunno if I wanna die an old villain." He could imagine Rep in a fancy cape and an evil booming laugh, though. He tried not to laugh at that mental image, lest he have to explain himself. Rep really was a softie underneath. Or maybe not soft. Honest? That worked. For all his rough and guff, he said some nice things. "Well, thanks. I mean I try and make good choices. I just ain't right a lot." Which really, the thought was there. Otto laughed, " God forbid I keep the company of good friends." He chuckled a bit more and shrugged. "But yeah, man. If you ever need me on a mission or somethin', I'm open." His brows knit then, a bit of worry setting in. His attacks as of late had been severely lacking. Severely. "Though to be honest.. I could use a lot more training with Tenya. Combat ain't never been my specialty." He just got lucky now and then. If Rep needed someone to be fast and agile, he was much more suited.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:30 pm
"Nah ye'd never be old. Even when ye wur like ******** fifty." he rolled his eyes. "Ye're just ******** forever a kid at heart." He sighed. "And keeping the friends ye dae is the best idea, I'm no a good mate tae have, I dunno why ye even keep talkin tae me." He propped himself up on his hand.
"I'd sooner someone who wiz a bit rusty with their weapon in a heartbeat than someone who was gonnae stab me in the back while I was turned away. Its the nearest thing I ******** have tae a speciality and I'm still no able tae help people really as much as I'd like."
"Ye always seemed really decent tae me, but mibbey I wiz just ******** distracted."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:40 pm
"I ain't sure how I feel about keepin' a baby face at fifty.." Otto grumbled with a worried expression. Then again, he did not expect to live nearly that long. "To be fair, I dunno why I keep talkin' to you either." He was half teasing. "But oh well. Here we are." Maybe Otto used to be decent at fighting. Maybe before he'd been saddled with the key. But that was something he couldn't go showing off everywhere. Especially not at a bar with people in it. "Maybe." He murmured back, thinking about what few battles he'd shared with the man. He understood that Rep had many enemies, and he could easily see why. What left him uneasy was the knowledge that some of them might backstab someone mid mission. "Is there anyone you think'd actually jeopardize a mission?" He felt he might need to know something like that in the future.
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