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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 3:49 pm
Otto snorted, stifling a small giggle. "Bloke..." Gosh Gale was just so foreign and British. He'd been good so far without finding his nuances too hilarious. But it was getting difficult not to laugh somewhat. He liked what Gale said, though. His identity, according to him, was a blunt but honest guy who didn't care what others thought of him. Nowadays he cared too much, and worried if he was liked enough or not. That he was seen as perfect or not. He came less honest with himself, and felt small and defensive. He felt like he'd found a small piece of who he used to be in Gale. Maybe this one clue could be used to build back his identity. "Thanks, man." Otto murmured after. "I feel like I'm gettin' a little closer to figurin' out what's wrong with me."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 4:24 pm
"Yes, bloke," said Gale, rolling his eyes. "Pardon me for being English."
But the mood seemed to have lightened a little; he thought Otto looked less despondent, less like he was being crushed beneath the weight of whatever was burdening him, even if Gale had no idea what that was or what he was doing. Maybe, even if it was small, even if it was marginal, progress had been made.
"That's good," said Gale, a slight smile on his face. "Really. I'm glad for you. And if you need a little help along the way, well..."
He shrugged one shoulder. "I'm your friend. I'll help you if need. I also still own the house in town while I finish cleaning it out, so if you ever just wanted to get away, you're free to stay there for a bit."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 4:58 pm
A devilish smirk spread across Otto's face, and he gave Gale a side glance. "Y'mean the house that's under repair more often than a theme park ride?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:24 pm
Gale just looked at Otto for a long minute, face expressionless. Then he reached out, picked up one of the throw pillows, and promptly smushed it into Otto's face, pushing him back.
"Don't you be insulting my house, Otto Graves."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:38 pm
Otto actually laughed. Behind the pillow, but he was laughing. His feet kicked as he attempted to push away the pillow to keep from being smothered. He wanted to be sassy, but with the smothering and the laughing, it only came out as muffled something or other.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:42 pm
Mission accomplished, thought Gale, catching the muffled laughter. If anything, he was just glad that even if it was for a small moment or two, Otto was laughing like he once had before, and that was a very good thing for someone who, not ten minutes earlier, had not known who he was anymore.
"What was that, I can't hear you," Gale said airily, but he let go of the pillow and reached for a chocolate instead.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:48 pm
"I said, " He began pulling the pillow away and giving Gale another grin, "Watch out for Twisters and Witches on brooms, Dorothy~."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:02 pm
"Shut up and eat your bloody chocolate, Otto."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:12 pm
Otto ate the bloody chocolate. He ate it with all the smugness he owned.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:21 pm
Gale sat there and just smirked at Otto.
"Next time," he said. "We should go off island or something. I can take you to England and you can see where the rest of 'my people' come from."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:48 pm
"Ain't been to England before." Otto wasn't sure if he'd like it there or not. He knew next to nothing about it. However, time away from the island was always welcome. Always. Especially lately. "Sure. Why not."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 7:17 pm
"The chocolate is better in England, too," Gale added, just to sweeten the deal. "And the fish and chips. And the tea."
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 7:37 pm
"Is it?" How could chocolate be any different? Chocolate was chocolate. Thankfully, Otto knew enough that fish and chips didn't mean Lays or Doritos. He wasn't big on fish anyway. "Don't like tea. 'Less it's Iced Sweet Tea."
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 2:12 pm
"You grew up in the states, didn't you?" Gale pointed out. "Chocolate there is just sort of okay, but chocolate anywhere else is much better - especially European chocolate."
He nudged Otto's shoulder with his own.
"Tea is good for you," said Gale indignantly. "It's relaxing."
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 2:53 pm
"Well, guess you gotta prove it to me then." He murmured, his tongue already guessing what finer chocolates tasted like. He gave Gale a side glance, brow raising incredulously. "But tea ain't like... it's just boring." He'd actually never had tea.
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