"Hold, yeah..." He hrrm'd. "Bit afraid've learnin' too much if ya ask me," Dawson commented with a frown. "None a'this is natural, yeah? Ain't supposed t'be the real world, y'know: ghosties n' monsters n' demons just walkin' 'round. Just gotta be careful 'bout it, not losin' yerself in it n' stuff."
But the frown quickly melted back into a smile as he gave Horace a rough pat on the back. "'Course if ya run inta trouble, I got yer back, man. So you do yer squint thing n' I'll make sure ya don't get yer a** in the fire doin' it."
Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 9:37 pm
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"Ain't the phrase 'crazy like a fox'?" he tried to joke, but it didn't help. Crazy was exactly what this was, and yet he was still doing it.
For a guy who looked like he could eat Horace whole and still have room for dessert, he was pretty nimble when he took his place behind Horace. Dawson gave him the gentlest of nudges, his nerves showing.
"Nawp. Your idea, you go first, pal. I-I'll make sure, uh, nothin' creeps up on us."
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 9:47 pm
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He beamed and immediately dug in now that it was safe. "Ain't a thing," he shrugged off. "F'I say m'gonna do somethin', I do it, yeah? Plus we been doin' a lotta work--gotta reward ourselves!" And dear God was steak an amazing prize.
"'Sides," Dawson added with a knowing look, "someone aughtta give the people on Twitter a break from you bein' Mr. Sassy Pants all up in there."
Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 10:01 pm
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Dawson was glad he didn't have to worry about anything extra in the room: he'd taken a peek in some of them, and well...after seeing manacles and an iron maiden in several, he was leery of inspecting more.
He gave Horace a curious look, oblivious to most of their Twitter infighting, and was about to ask before he noted the movement. "...Those happy endings part've a romance series?" he asked instead with a cheeky grin, returning the arm punch. "Ehhhhhhh, nerd?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 10:16 pm
pie time or cake crunch?
The first text came even before Horace was finished them all.
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Text to Horace: pie all teh way brother!!
But then everything changed when the cupcake option attacked appeared.
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Text to Horace: oh no s**t um
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Text to Horace: shirt
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Text to Horace: s**t*
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Text to Horace: y u gotta do this D:
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Text to Horace: uhhhhhMMMMMMm what kind of cupcakes bc apple pie is damn good
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:39 am
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"Steak is the best reward," Horace said solemly, almost reverently. For his next sentence Dawson received an exaggerated long-suffering face and ans a light shove. "Oh, I can't help it if people wanna sass me - I gotta sass them right back. Never did know when to quit!" He grinned toothily at Dawson, unashamed of his twitter escapades (mostly).
"You get along with everybody though - that's a damn good talent, Dawson."
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:42 am
pie time or cake crunch?
Horace snorted at his phone and dropped the book he was reading on the floor.
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Text To Dawson: gotta give you enough options, Shaggy : D
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Text To Dawson: apple pie is ******** great, especially with pralines.
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Text To Dawson: but I dunno, like vanilla with raspberry filling or chocolate. Cupcakes are easy-peasy.
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:47 am
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Horace groaned and flushed a deep red. "M-maybe. I like love, okay." He shifted, highly embarrassed. "Like I want a love like it, or, uh, something." His ears turned red.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 9:27 am
more color, please
"I dunno - it makes me feel like anything is possible. The potential! And we're not exactly natural now, either, are we?" Horace shrugged ruefully. As a hunter, bonded with a monster, none of them were. It was a sacrifice, he supposed - a bit of humanity for the strength to fight.
Dawson was genuinely a good guy, Horace realized. Sort of pure-hearted. It was great. "Dawson, you know you're the best, right?"
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 10:18 am
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may you provide swift sport, my precious
Horace touched the silver fox necklace at his neck and grinned at Dawson. "Guess we'll find out, won't we?" He pushed open the door and stepped inside, nonplussed by Dawson's reluctance.
The room was almost... cavernous. Horace shivered, his eyes immediately drawn to a large chair, no, a throne. "Why... Dawson, do you see that? Let's go look."
b69: A strangely large room, the shaped structure of the other rooms is not found here, instead it appears to be an actual cave. In the distance you notice a throne sitting upon a dais, closer inspection reveals that it's made of bones. You feel drawn to sit on it with a growing need that becomes a compulsion. As you see yourself, a dark whisper touches your mind, silencing your weapon. You find yourself triumphant on top of a writhing sea of dying mortal bodies. Moments later you find yourself outside the room. You do not remember what was inside it. For a week, you have strange nightmares that you cannot recall.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 11:29 am
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Horace's shove was rewarded with a wiggle of the fork as might an old-school nun rule with a yardstick.
"Yeeeeeup," he replied with a simple grin. "S'a big important talent've mine." Roll over and sit and follow orders like a Good Dog; what couldn't someone like about that? "Ya really got it in fer that Rep guy, though, ya should just ignore him. Ain't no sense in fightin' on the Twits," Dawson added most sagely as half of his steak disappeared in what seemed like seconds.
He hesitated and sucked his lips in. "You, uh, got somethin' against Murka too?" he asked mildly.
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 11:41 am
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Dawson's eyes nearly bugged out. There was no way...but physically there couldn't be...Deus was supposed to be a safe place, how the hell could this anomaly...
He grabbed the back of Horace's shirt, fear etched into his face. He wasn't a smart guy maybe, but he did have some common sense, and when a room was doing something a room shouldn't be doing, the alarm bells going off had to be deafening. Maybe Horace's instincts were to go and look into it, but Dawson's were to get the hell out and report it to somebody, and his legs tensed in preparation for escape or for the door to mysteriously close behind them.
But neither happened. The longer he squinted at the creepy chair, the more he remembered why they were there, or more specifically why he was: not just to make sure his friend was okay, but to prove to himself that he wasn't a coward. Maybe if they investigated some more, they'd even turn up more useful information--you know, beyond this really friggen creepy room exists.
So he let Horace's shirt go and rubbed a his hand sheepishly, uneasy but at least for now in more control of his nerves.
"Yeah," he said as he moved forward along with him. When he recognized it for what it was, he added, "Bones," with a shiver, one last plea for sanity.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 11:47 am
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Surprised at the compliment, Dawson scratched at his chin and shifted his feet self-consciously. "Aww, nah," he rebuffed with an easy smile. "Just doin' what anyone should be, yeah?" There wasn't a blush because he didn't believe it for a second--not Horace's sentiment, but rather that he could ever be the best at anything.
(More like the best you've got right now.)
"C'mon, if we hustle we can get us some lunch! Maybe won't be that slop they call mac n' cheese."
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 11:55 am
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"Awwwwww, lookit you bein' all sappy!" Dawson's laugh wasn't mocking, but he did find it funny how quickly the guy started to blush. "Wouldn't've pegged you as one. Reminds me've my niece..."
Which was someone he shouldn't be thinking of. The homesickness was still strong enough to make his smile falter, but he turned his back and set the toolbox down to start showing Horace the goods they were working with.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with wantin' that, y'know. Deep down?" He thumped a fist against his chest hard enough to make a hollow sound. "Really wouldn't mind gettin' me one either. Probably ain't ever gonna happen now, job's too crazy."
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 11:59 am
pie time or cake crunch?
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Text to Horace: o holy s**t FCUK PRALINES I FORGOT OH NO
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Text to Horace: omg horace can ew get pralines omg i need them
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Text to Horace: i always ate them when we visted louisiana or as my fam caled it booziana : DDD
It was easy to imagine the fervor Dawson was typing with. Food was one of the easiest ways to motivate him to do anything, desserts and bacon especially.
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