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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:54 pm
Otto's brow twitched, his features tight. His blue gaze never flinched away from Chance's face. "Are you a moron?" He asked sincerely through strained calm. "I'd hit you if you weren't already so hyper sensitive to pain."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 2:57 pm
He exhaled the breath he'd sucked in a few seconds ago and winced under the scrutiny.
"I know," said Chance, leaning back with his eyes focused on the ceiling, because Otto's gaze was more intense than he'd seen it in a while. "Not really my best moment of intelligence, I'll grant you that. I got a little too focused on the artifact and not quite enough on myself."
Or rather, he'd essentially put his own safety by the wayside to test a hypothesis.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:01 pm
"Tch." Otto crossed his arms. "Well, you're on lockdown till this side effect wears off. And I mean completely." He scolded, his nose scrunching when he realized Chance was avoiding his glare of justice."Got it?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:05 pm
There was a moment of silence in which Chance may or may not have sunk lower in the couch under the intensity of said glare of justice.
"Yes," he said finally, and then, still not looking at Otto,
"What exactly does that mean, lockdown?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:11 pm
That's right, buddy. You sink in that couch under the pressure of your great and terrible misdeed! "It's simple. You don't get to go nowhere." He paused. "Er.. anywhere. You don't get to go anywhere. You go nowhere but here." His pointed down, indicating the room was his prison now. "Dependin' on how sensitive you are right now, a stubbed toe might end up feelin' like you got squashed by a damned piano." He wasn't sure of the intensity of Chance's sensitivity. But if it was bad? Well.. "I mean, maybe it's just the nerves, and you don't actually get all that hurt from it. But still." Law was law under the roof of Graves. "Have you even been to see a doctor? Like, just how bad did you get hurt?" His hands said pretty bad.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:22 pm
Chance gritted his teeth together, lowering his gaze from the ceiling so that he could flick it around the room. As far as prisons went, it could have been worse, really, but it did mean that he was now under Otto's scrutiny, which was the most intimidating at present.
"...fine," Chance mumbled. "I will just...lay here then."
He wasn't laying yet, but he was going to, at some point. Chance finally dragged his gaze back to Otto's and then immediately pulled it away again, shifting guiltily.
"I may have skipped the actual...infirmary part of getting injured."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:26 pm
Otto sat in silence. A thick, heated silence. Then finally he seemed to breathe again, as he huffed impatiently. " You damned dumbass!" He barked at the man. "Your weapon can only do so much for you, yanno! Doctors ain't just here to look purdy! Stupid!" Damn, he really wanted to hit this guy! Like sooooo bad!
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:32 pm
Chance may or may not have shrunk a little smaller on the couch during the silence, which felt thick enough to cut with a knife. Or possibly Otto's weapon, should he decide to summon it and smack Chance across the head with it.
"Sorry," said Chance hastily, and held up his hands in front of him in a gesture of submission. "Really. I just...lost my head for a bit, I get that now."
Shoulda, coulda, woulda. He lowered his hands a little, wondering if he would need to keep them up to defend himself.
"If you want to hit me, feel free," Chance offered, a slight smile on his face, because he could see the restraint on Otto's face. "It would at least get your, er, irritation out. Maybe. And, if nothing else, it would, you know. Test the whole what counts as getting hurt thing, maybe."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:44 pm
Otto blinked. "Are you a masochist?" But, hey. Why not. Test the sensitivity's range. "Okay. Here's the plan. I smack you in the head once an hour." Science. "And when it hurts less, then bam. We got an answer." And just to get the ball rolling, Otto reached over and smacked the man over the head. "Scale of One to Ten. How bad did that hurt?" This is your punishment, Chance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:48 pm
"No," said Chance, sounding amused, with a flicker of a smile, "But you seem to have a lot of pent up anger at present, mostly directed at me, understandably, so I figured I would give you an option to, you know, let it out."
The plan to smack him once an hour wasn't ideal, but Otto did kind of have a point about the whole testing how long it would last thing. Chance had about a split second to brace himself before Otto's hand cracked across the back of his head.
"OW MOTHER ******** - "
He had mostly fallen over now, forehead pressed against the couch as stars exploded in his vision, and not the pleasant kind. Head ringing, Chance let out a string of curses, fingers clenched into a fist on the couch cushion, and it took him a few seconds to speak again.
"Note to self," Chance wheezed out. "Two and a half hours later and it still <******** hurts like a ******** b***h holy s**t."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:52 pm
"So like.. a ten? Nine?" Otto sounded composed, but he really didn't like the idea of hurting Chance. Still... that had been a deliciously funny reaction; the way he seemed to cringe and curl on the couch like that. It felt kind of good to finally smack the man for his idiocy. It wasn't breaking a nose, but it would do.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:54 pm
His head was still spinning violently. Chance waited a few minutes until the dizziness subsided before he spoke again, turning his face to look at Otto without lifting his head from the couch.
"...nine point five," he grumbled, and closed his eyes briefly. "Holy ********, whoever thought just a simple head smack could hurt so much, this ******** sucks, I feel pathetic."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 4:10 pm
"You are kinda pathetic. I mean, yeah." He nodded. But that was the extent of Otto giving him a hard time. He'd learned his lesson by now, he hoped. Otto left Chance alone a minute, as he grabbed something from the freezer. When he returned he held out an ice pack. "Here. You need anythin' to drink or sumthin'?" He asked with concern in his tone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 4:14 pm
In the minute that Otto was gone, Chance had managed to drag himself fully onto the couch so that he was laying sideways on it, a pillow beneath his head. His eyes were closed, but he opened them upon hearing footsteps again.
"Thanks," he mumbled, and reached out - except instead of taking the ice pack, Chance's fingers closed loosely around Otto's wrist to tug him closer. He pressed an idle kiss to his fingers and then let go, pulling the ice pack free to press against his head, which felt bruised, though Chance doubted it actually was.
"...sorry," he said after a moment, and this time he actually sounded sincere, Chance's eyes flickering up to Otto's face. "I was stupid, I know."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 4:24 pm
His brows furrowed a moment when Chance took his wrist first. As it turned out, it was one of the man's patented kisses to his fingers, and he relaxed. "It's okay." He murmured, sitting down on the floor in front of Chance. "I do stupid s**t too. So I can't really get too mad at you." He paused and scratched his head. "I don't think I'll actually hit you every hour though." He felt a little bit bad now. "Maybe every other hour." Or not.
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