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 Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 4:27 pm
"No, it doesn't. I'd have a better idea on how to help you if I did have an explanation or affirmation, though." Claude, on the other hand, was as impassive as always as she regarded him, still slung over his bed with her feet hanging off the edge. "You can rise above the limitations you place on yourself."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 4:35 pm
He scowled, a terribly uncharacteristic expression.
"I wasn't necessarily asking for help," said Chance, his voice still almost mild, but there was a slight edge to it. "I was asking for an opinion, which you have so kindly given to me already. So I don't appreciate being needled and pressed to explain myself further."
A sigh passed through his teeth, some of the tension ebbing from Chance's shoulders. He gave Claude a smile, a little sardonic, but a smile nonetheless.
"Limitations are there for a reason," he said lightly. "I don't plan on changing that."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:12 pm
Claude just gave him a very small smile. No, he wasn't asking for help, but a lot of times someone did need help, whether they realized it or not. Was it self-important to take it upon herself to try? No...he was her friend, that's why. "Your use of the word 'limitation' is a crutch you're content to lean on."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:22 pm
The shift in his expression was rapid fire. Chance's smile slid from his face to be replaced by a very unhappy look, Chance halting in his pacing steps to turn slowly and look at Claude, still sitting on the bed.
"You have no idea," he said flatly. "None at all."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:31 pm
"As your friend, I'm going to kick that crutch out from underneath you." Claude said simply. The certainty of that statement was indicative of the certainty of the sun rising each day.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:40 pm
"That," said Chance. "is none of your ******** business."
He shook his head, frustration lacing his voice, because there was a certain sense of betrayal evident here. Chance had believed Claude to understand him all of this time, as one of the people he liked the most; and yet here she was, disassembling every notion he'd held about her.
"What gives you the right to act on something that you have no part of?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:47 pm
"Because I'm your friend."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 5:56 pm
"That is not," said Chance, "the definition of friend as I'm familiar with it. Interfering when you lack the proper connections to do so. You have no right."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:07 pm
"Once again, your definitions and theories don't hold up to actually experiencing it." And she knew that friendship was also something he wasn't familiar with. She knew.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:15 pm
This was exactly why he didn't like messes, he didn't like drama. Because when it came down to it, he didn't understand the basic principles of friendship or even just understanding another human being in general - because he was missing that essential part of himself that allowed him to see things differently than how he did.
Chance's shoulders were stiff as he turned away from her, seating himself at his desk and dragging a sketchpad towards himself.
"You've made your point," he said flatly. "I don't know anything. Now if you're quite finished, I'm busy."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:36 pm
...Was Chance pouting at his desk? He was, wasn't he? Luckily, Claude was not the type to mock...well, in this case, anyways. She knew why he was frustrated, even if she couldn't understand not understanding things such as friendship, relationships, and love and what not. The only way she knew how to be though was blunt. Claude pushed herself up from the bed, shifting the drawing he'd given her to one hand. She crossed the short distance of the room from his bed to his desk, and a hand reached out lay flat on the sketchpad he was dragging towards himself, because for this moment, she wanted his attention. "No. That's not my point." She leaned in, trying to catch his eyes. "You're not going to get the answers you're looking for if you keep going the route you are now. I'm telling you this because I want you to reach the conclusion you're looking for."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:44 pm
He had gotten maybe one line in before a hand came down over his sketchbook, blocking the paper and its contents from view. A flash of irritation, greater than before, wormed its way into Chance's expression. For a split second, he almost considered yanking the sketchbook away, but instead he just stared mutinously at Claude's ring-clad fingers.
This was not how he'd planned things on going this evening. This was not how he wanted it to be, he avoided drama and friendships and closeness for a reason; and maybe this was why he shouldn't have done anything in the first place, this was why he should have kept his distance; because then he wouldn't be here, listening to Claude lecture him.
"And what, pray tell," said Chance sarcastically, "is the route I'm on right now? Please, do enlighten me."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:52 pm
"Unrealistic and shallow." She kept her hand on the sketchbook, and though Chance was looking at her hand, she kept her eyes on his. "Also, you're acting like a child right now, but I can't fault you for it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:58 pm
He glowered at her.
"Thank you Doctor Morgan, for that assessment," said Chance flatly. "Emphasis on 'a**.'"
The urge to get up and walk away was welling in his stomach, but considering this was his room, he couldn't do that. Claude's stubbornness was legendary, and he had once appreciated the tenacity, the bluntness, the easy way that they seemed to get along.
Now, apparently, it seemed he'd made a mistake after all.
"What the ******** do you expect from me?" he snapped, yanking the sketchbook away so that the page Claude's hand was on gave a loud ripping sound and tore straight out; but he didn't seem to notice. "I am what I ******** am, and you never seemed to ******** mind that before. Now I'm suddenly unrealistic and shallow and childish, like what the ********, Claude?"
The note of irritation grew. He dropped his hands from the desk and folded his arms over his chest.
"You're acting like you're trying to fix me. Some things are not ******** able to be fixed, and that requires them being broken in the first place," he spat. "I'm not your ******** science project."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:09 pm
Briefly, she hoped she wasn't becoming Lex. She loved her brother unconditionally, but she was not blind to his flaws. The ripping of the sketchbook caught her attention, as her hand belatedly lifted in surprise after the damage was done. Her gaze darted to the page now lying on his desk, before she focused back on him. With the sketchbook gone now, Claude straightened, and her hands hung at her sides for now as she looked down at him. He spat the words science project at her, and once again, she hoped she wasn't becoming Lex. She didn't want to do that to people. "The only thing I expect from you is some sensibility." Her tone and expression was still as even as ever. "You're misinterpreting my intentions. You're not my science project. I just want to help."
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