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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 7:09 pm
Otto's brows rose, his eyes lidded. "Pervert." He responded in a low tone. He gave a pause before actually indulging him. It was always good to debunk any kinky rumours first hand.
"Cami is my best friend... who sleeps in my bed." He said so, but she felt like more. He wasn't sure what it was, but best friend worked well. He wasn't in love, but it wasn't quite platonic. They did make love now and then, after all.
"Maebe is my girlfriend, even if we don't see each other all the time. She likes havin' her space, and I don't mind letting her have it." And then came the issue of Cami and Maebe themselves.
"The two of them also uh... have some kind of thing going between each other. Maebe is always tryin' to get me in on it, which frankly I am not real keen on obliging her." Threesomes were most men's dream. Otto wanted none of it. Exposing his vulnerability in bed to one women was about as much as he could handle. Forget two at once. Or an audience, which had also been hinted at and swiftly denied.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 7:28 pm
Ripley gave a half smile. "Male." Which was a weak excuse, because he really didn't care. As far as he was concerned it was an interesting fact about the lonely boy he had somewhat grown up with. He listened as the situation was explained, and it was somewhat different from the word going around; but over it all, he believed Otto.
"Interesting." It was, somewhat. But not on the level it may have been to most. What was interesting to him, was how Otto, lonely, closed-off Otto, managed to be a part of this. "Why aren't you?" He pressed further, mostly to see if the younger man would continue to indulge him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 7:47 pm
"Why aren't I?" Otto's expression contorted in a cringe. Performance anxiety was the real answer. He just didn't want to admit it.
"I'd rather... keep both relationships.. separate." It wasn't a complete lie, at least.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 7:54 pm
"I see." Ripley had his suspicions, but he kept them to himself. Instead he gazed at the timer, gauging how much time he had left; too much, it seemed. At least his curiousity had been satisfied. "I'm glad it seems to be working out for you. I imagine it keeps you out of trouble." And satisfied, probably.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 7:57 pm
"I never get into trouble." Whether he really believed that or not was yet to be seen.
"Is it done yet?" It begins.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 5:54 am
"You're a s**t liar." Ripley yawned into the back of a gloved hand. But then, it started. Something he hadn't been worried about before, but he was now; and frankly, he should have seen it coming sooner. It always did.
"No." He said sternly, though whether it was a 'No, it's not done' or a 'No, don't you dare start' was yet to be seen; in all likelihood, it was a mix of the two.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 12:01 pm
Otto shrugged. He couldn't deny he was a s**t liar, because he was in fact a s**t liar. He stared blankly at Ripley and his stern response. His finger nails tapped lightly on the counter a moment or two, before... "...How about now?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 12:42 pm
"Ten minutes." He insisted - and partially pleaded - with the stubborn little shithead he tended to call friend. Distant friend. Sort of distant friend. Someone he's lend his stapler to or bake a cake for, but that he couldn't possibly like.
Well okay, maybe a little.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:00 pm
It's okay, Ripples. Otto doesn't want your crumby normal-person stapler, anyway. He had the coolest Runic one that never ran out of staples. His best and only cool find on the beaches.
He maybe only kind of liked you too. Maybe. Kind of.
He grumbled to himself. Ten minutes for his cake. Even then, he had to let it cool before icing it; that much he at least knew. The blonde slumped, leaning his chin on the counter while staring at his empty bowl.
He looked like a pathetic puppy deprived of snacks.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:29 pm
Ripley sat in silence, but watched Otto as he made his best attempt at being a wounded, kicked, starving puppy. Part of him wondered briefly how long he could pull that off, or how dedicated he was to the act, but really the only thing he could think to do was sit, stare, and wait for him to drop it.
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The timer dinged.
"Move." He ordered, practically pushing the mopey not-teen to get to the oven, and the dish towel he used to bring out the pan. "Have any tooth picks?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:33 pm
The answer was not very long. He only looked miserable because that was how his face rested while daydreaming; having become bored of putting up the act.
The ding startled him. Being shoved was received with a grunt and a glare. However, the cake was being pulled out of the oven, and Otto was now scrambling for a toothpick.
The small box of them was held out insistently at Ripley.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:36 pm
He took a toothpick from his oh-so-helpful helper, and started poking it at the cake in various spots, especially in the middle, where it was thickest. When he examined it later, he gave his findings in a clear, concise, and serious manner:
"This cake is no good." Though it was perfectly fine, and decent enough for an on-the-spot chocolate cake. "We'll have to toss it and start again." He lamented, handing the clean tooth pick back to Otto.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:39 pm
W...w....what?
Otto looked like Ripley had just offended him and his ancestors. A look of dismay was fixed on the soon to be not a teen's face. "But...." No more waiting! Please!
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:52 pm
Wait, he was...actually falling for it?
"Sorry, kid." Ripley continued, secretly surprised at himself for even playing along. "Guess them's the breaks." Seriously who was he? The words that tumbled out of his mouth just...eugh.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 1:56 pm
"But it smells just fine.." Otto murmured, looking at the cake with a critical, yet disappointed gaze. It looked fine. Smelled great. What could possibly----
Wait.
Otto's gaze levelled at Ripley. No way. Stick in the mud Ripples was... was...
"You're an a*****e. You know that, right?"
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