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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:34 pm
"Dude, you made this? What do you mean more s**t?" He already got a shirt and a cake! What more could this guy possibly have to give him? He stared curiously up at Chance, squinting suspiciously as he broke a Kit-Kat off the side of the cake to snack on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 5:11 am
His eyebrows rose, Chance letting out a laugh. "Of course I made it," he said with a grin. "I keep telling you I'm relatively capable of cooking, don't I? Though admittedly this is the first time I've actually baked a cake here on the island."
He leaned back, a hand resting on the counter behind him as he idly swung his legs.
"Oh, come on," said Chance lightly, tugging on a curl with his other hand. "More s**t, you know. You're my (obnoxious) boyfriend, I love you, and I wanted to do more s**t for you, since you're finally an adult now," he added, waggling his brows, a cheeky grin on his face. "You're always calling me sappy anyway, so just accept that I apparently have a sentimental side."
He rolled his eyes to the sky. "Heaven help us all."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 6:17 am
"Yeah yer sappy as ********. And you spoil me too much. How the Hell am I supposed to make this even?" He'd have to give this guy the world on a platter on his birthday, the way things were going. He broke off another Kit-Kat, crunching down on it while he searched for a knife to have himself a slice of cake. "So? What else is there?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 6:21 am
"I'm allowed to be sappy on my boyfriend's birthday," Chance declared, deliberately over dramatic. He watched Otto rifle through the drawers and swung his legs a little, reaching behind and up to open a cabinet and pull out a paper plate, which he held towards Otto.
"Well, we're going out," he said lightly. "I have something to pick up, but it involves you, so you get to come along with me. Shouldn't take too long, though, then you can get back to stuffing your face."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 2:25 am
"M'not stuffin' my face." Otto muffled in reply as he was stuffing his face with large mouthfuls of cake. "M'ready anytime you want."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 7:43 am
Chance just stared at Otto for a long moment.
Then he slid off of the counter and pecked a kiss to his forehead, snorting.
"Cake away, then, hot stuff, and let's go."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 6:58 am
"Yeah, yeah." Otto huffed despite the affectionate kiss to the head. He carefully put the cake away into the fridge, before hastily making a threatening note on a nearby notepad not to eat said cake, lest they find themselves without their heads. "Okay." He turned, booting Chance in the back of the knee. "M'ready. Let's go."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 6:34 pm
He waited patiently for Otto to put away everything, and then slid off the counter, brushing his hands together in anticipation before sliding an arm briefly around his boyfriend's waist.
"Don't worry, you'll get cake after," Chance said with a grin, and gave him a squeeze before he let go and took ahold of his hand instead. He led Otto out of the kitchen and outside, across the grounds to where the lighthouse stood on the other side of the field.
"We're not going to be gone long," he said lightly. "Just a little bit, so we don't need to bring anything."bittiface GAIA WHY DID YOU NOT NOTIFY ME OF THIS TAG /lies on floor
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 6:21 pm
Otto half listned to Chance, all the while wondering what exactly he was getting. Why'd they need to go off island for it? Well, whatever he supposed. Hand in hand he followed along, grouchily eyeing things and people as they passed. "Little too much mystery here." He grumbled. "Whatever happened to boxes of s**t wrapped in paper I get to rip apart?" It was uncertain whether he was complaining or just being a brat for the fun of it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 9:52 pm
If it had ever bothered him that Otto was grouchy, then he probably wouldn't have liked him half as much as he did, truth be told. It was just so innately Otto that it made Chance hide a smile as they stepped into the lighthouse, Chance as cheerful as ever.
"You'll have a few of those waiting," he said dryly, as he tapped in the coordinates on the number pad. "You're such a d**k."
He stepped through the portal, dragging Otto with him. On the other side, was a city, though what city exactly was unknown. It was relatively standard, however, with busy shops and streets filled with people out for their morning errands, though not overly crowded.
"This way," said Chance, tugging reassuringly at Otto's hand, pulling him down a less busy side street that led to a plain looking building that read Art's Arts on the side of it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:10 am
Otto just smirked. He was a d**k. A real jerk. And he was damned proud of it. Hell, he was happy he could be as much of a d**k as he wanted to be, and Chance still stuck around. He considered himself pretty lucky. Otto was dragged along, somewhat begrudgingly as he insisted now and then how big boys like him could walk on their own. "Art's Arts? The ******** is this?" Otto judged harshly with a haughty tone. "There used to be a cranky old fart named Art back home. He owned the repair garage down the street. Always wore the same cruddy coveralls every day." A real delight. The sweetest. What Chance saw in him was questionable.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:08 pm
It was either very fortunate or very unfortunate that Chance clearly did not mind Otto's dickish, bratty side. But whichever it was, he was sticking around for as long as he could, and that meant dealing with said dickish and bratty side - aka Otto most days.
(He made sure to mention, as Otto complained about walking on his own, that it was a big city and he didn't want to get separated.)
"Are you implying I should wear the same cruddy overalls every day?" Chance deadpanned, and pushed open the door, gesturing for Otto to follow him. "I'm sure I could pull it off and look totally dashing."
He grinned over his shoulder and made his way to the counter.
"Hey," he said to the man behind it. "I'm here to pick up my order, name's Chance bones."
The cashier looked less than enthusiastic about having to work at all, and typed in the information to the computer with all the speed of a turtle. Chance waited patiently, and eventually the cashier gave a little nod and a wave of his hand.
"S'in the back, I'll get it," he said gruffly, and disappeared behind a set of double doors in the back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 3:20 am
"Um, no. Even Art didn't pull it off." Otto grumbled, rethinking his taste in significant others at this point. "I put up with the girly clothes, but I won't touch you if you wear smelly coveralls." He had standards, dammit! They arrived in the building. Otto alternated between staring at his surroundings and giving Chance a wary eye. This was all too secretive and mysterious. The Hell was he up to? kuropeco i am a terrible rp-er /sobbing
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