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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:13 am
"S'practically my only friend," Al muttered, sounding almost sad. Almost. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hiding. He took a long and deep swig of his fresh drink. "S'like... it's no his fault but ******** man. He re-rememmerembers t'people who didn't ******** sssstick around for him." Another swig. "I bet he even re...rem... bers Rinnn and Clariiise and like... ********.. I dunnooo... I guess I'm just onna those faces everyone for-fer-fuggets..." Maybe he's not as good at hiding as he thought.
medigel Sorry for ze delay biggrin
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 5:42 pm
"Mm..." He thoughtfully surveyed the hump in the wood some more, then chipped off an edge that had been bothering him. "Ain't you his number one hype man, though?" Dawson asked. "Coulda sworn you said somethin' about him teachin' ya how t'be a man or somethin'. I wouldn' say yer a guy easily fergotten if he'd take the time."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:48 pm
"Was," Al frowned deeply at his nearly empty beer. Emotions raging and fist tightening around the aluminum until it crunched beyond what he'd clearly meant.
"Except he did. He forgot me," he threw the crushed can, liquid still trapped inside off the porch and towards the street. "Just... ********. ******** er'ything."
The can tinked loudly off the cement and continued to the other side of the street as if he'd thrown a football like a pro. Bless drunk hunter strength.
Medigel tag! Also @ Melody thing, IDK if you wanted to RP that too or just have him be aware she has a pauldron now.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 1:22 pm
Dawson watched the can soar for a bit before speaking. "He fergot everyone," he gently pointed out. "More 'an a few people ain' happy about it." Another pause as he set his things down in his lap and grabbed his beer from the ground. "Well f'he taught you well, you know you cain' stay mad n' drunk when s**t like that happens. He's an adult, y'know, not perfect."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 7:47 pm
"I'm more sad than mad," he finally admitted though it pained him to. "I don't handle sad well. It's not an emotion I'm used to so I, uh... try to make it mad instead."
He started to reach for another beer but slumped exhaustedly in his seat instead. "I just don't know what the ******** I should do. If I try to help I'm no helping him I'm helping me. If I don't then what if he really wanted help but just couldn't remember? I don't like questioning him or his choices."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 12:42 am
"Mmm." He tapped his fingers on the can idly. "I feel ya. S'why I like keepin' m'self busy, t'be honest. Y'get no time t'feel sawry fer nothin' if you got things t'do." Or things to drink. "Here's the thing, though. S'good t'question s**t. You get complacent, you start thinkin' anythin' tha' don' upset yer world is fine. Y'know, jus' this," he nestled the beer between his legs for a moment and put his hands on either side of his head, like blinkers on a horse bridle, "narrow bit a'wha'ever you got in yer sights. You don' get challenged, you don' get t'grow, man. So this, much s'it sucks, s'a learnin' lesson thing, I think." He put his hands down and took his beer up again, turning the chair to view the slumped over Al. Said chair creaked softly as he tilted it back and forth with one foot. "What wouldja do exactly? Give him the cliffnotes a'his life? 'Cause m'sure Harrison n' Jordan got that covered or somethin' if he asks. The most you can do, man, is still be his friend regardless."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 5:18 pm
Al was absolutely silent as he just slumped there listening to Dawson. His thoughts carefully analyzing everything the other man said and only speaking when it seemed he was done. "Aye," he honestly couldn't find any flaws in his reasoning. "I'm trying." Except for one thing that needed clarification; "How do I do that though when this Rep doesn't want to be my friend?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 8:22 am
"You keep on keepin' on with yer life," Dawson answered simply. "You ain' his world, man, he shouldn' be yers neither. He chose that version, right? Means he's got a choice t'come back too. You can' make it for him."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2016 5:02 pm
Al nodded, Dawson was right and he couldn't find any flaws with his reasoning. Rep was his best friend. He has done so much for him over the years now and it was about time he just shut up. Rep didn't owe him anything. If he didn't want to come back then, well, he didn't want to come back. It was his life and his choice - same with being his friend again. If he didn't want that - then again. His life. His choice. But his loss too.
Al had grown quite a bit this past year, damn, he had a lot more growing to do still. He knew that. But he had to keep moving too if he wanted to continue to get better. He sighed and grabbed a final beer, opened it and held it up to Dawson. "A toast to the future then?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 8:58 am
The sound that left him would have been much more tired if he hadn't had company. But as ever, Dawson chuckled and finished off his can first before reaching over to grab the last of the pack.
"To 2016," he toasted with a dull tap of the cans, pinkie out and everything since he was fancy like that. "May the best day a'the past be the worst day a'the future."
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