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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 7:44 am
"That's not-" Chris huffed, not sure if he was frustrated more with himself or with Dawson. He settled for being just frustrated at everything and stomped over to snatch up the hat. "Stop ******** moving, jesus," he growled, putting it on Dawson's head. "I'm doin' the best with what I got. I'm not gonna ******** up another mission."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 10:41 am
"Yer gonna ******** yerself up," he retorted stubbornly. "Yer already makin' great progress on that."
Fixing his hat, Dawson struggled to his feet, hands out to balance him as he wavered. He was still a little hunched over and breathed shallowly between every few words. "Bro, you got a great bod already, yer just gonna ruin it if ya turn inta some God damn muscle head. ********' messed up what happened for that week, but Jesus wept, son, you gettin' obsessive."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 10:47 am
"You think I got a great body?" Chris said with a cheeky grin and a slight flush. When you couldn't talk 'em down, distraction was the next best option. "Gee, bro, didn't think you'd noticed."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 10:51 am
Dawson gave him a long, hard look and then spat off to the side. He wasn't going to play that game today. "You gonna escort me to the infirmary, n' then we're gonna setcha up with some freakin' chill pills. Got it?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 10:56 am
Chris deflated. "How about I escort you to the infirmary and then we eat pizza and watch a movie?" He tried for puppy dogs eyes with those baby blue eyes of his.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 11:06 am
He leaned in while still giving him a look, and while Chris might possibly define it as a step closer to a fear kink, Dawson's intent was a dominance play for all his one or two inches over his friend.
"You a bigger dumbass than I thought if you think I'ma take that Judas deal," he growled. "This how it's gonna go: yer gonna apologize fer freakin' out on me, yer gonna take me to the infirmary just in case ya did broke somethin', yer gonna tell someone you got some psych issues you need ta work through, yer gonna set up some kinda deal to work through it where you get either me or Chel or somebody t'be there with you so you got 'ccountability 'cause you need support n' ha need to talk about this kinda s**t not hold it in, then we gonna eat pizza, s**t ******** tons a'pizza, yer gonna pay fer it all, n' yer gonna ********' relax, bro. That all get through your brick head?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:16 pm
Intimidation boners were a thing now. Good to know. But he firmly reminded himself that he ranked above his brick shithouse of a best friend, and had just kicked his a**. There's nothing to be intimidated about.
He chewed on his lip, clearly looking for a way out or a way to cut a deal. He wasn't willing to back down just yet. "What if I apologize, take you to the infirm, and ask about some sleeping aid s**t? And then buy you pizza and not say a goddamn word about whatever nasty a** toppings you want to ruin it with."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:26 pm
He harumphed. "Counter offer: you do all that, you pay fer soda n' dessert, n' you promise yer gonna talk to someone about all that." Behind the gruffness, Dawson was still burning with concern; he was just aware that maybe he wasn't the best person to talk about it to, as much as that stung his pride as Most Helpful.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:28 pm
"I'm talking to you right now," he whined. Miraculously he avoided stomping his feet like a two year old. He didn't want to listen to some stupid lifer tell him what was wrong with his head.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:36 pm
"I'm talkin', yer whinin' n' distractin'." He made a sharp exhale through his nose. The nerve. "You gonna talk about this s**t or not?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:39 pm
He threw his hands out and huffed, frustrated and clearly at a loss. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say. Yer gonna have to enlighten me, bro."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 12:47 pm
His affront lessened now that they were getting somewhere. "How about you start with what happened that week," Dawson suggested as he forced himself to straighten up with a wince. "Nobody told me s**t 'til Chel did, n' then you pop back up alive n' thirsty fer protein shakes."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 1:00 pm
He pressed his lips into a thin line. Either he talked this out here with Dawson, whom he trusted, or with a tech whom he didn't. "You know I want in with a Moon team for a search and rescue. There was a cave in that separated me from the rest of the team. When I tried to find a way out, I couldn't. I walked around for probably a couple days with nothing but a couple bottles of water, no food." He looked anywhere but Dawson's face. Why the ******** hadn't he been able to find a way out?
"There was a thing in there, a monster I guess. It was a shapeshifter."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 1:09 pm
He waited a beat before saying, "A'ight." And then Dawson sat himself down and gestures for Chris to do the same. Standing too long tuckered him out, and while he had been the one adamant about hitting the infirmary, he honestly preferred avoiding it when he didn't have a critical injury. The place smelled weird and made his skin crawl.
"It play mind games r' somethin'?" he guessed, his brow furrowing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 1:35 pm
He sat as he was directed, though he pulled his knees up close to his chest and picked at the edge of his shorts. "At first, yeah. It must've watched us for a long time. It started off just showing up as the team I'd gone in with, but it had to've seen Chel, because it came to me as her last." He sucked on his tongue for a second, not sure if he wanted to keep going.
"I was so tired and just... ******** up and weak that I couldn't do much when she - it -" was he really still making that mistake? "attacked me. It looked so much like her too, man," he sucked in a shaky breath, remembering putting a blade to his cousin's face. "It overpowered me like I was ********' nothing. Gave me the ********' scar on my face, matching one on the shoulder," he said, pulling aside his tank top. "Tossed me against the wall like a bag of ******** trash and broke my arm, then left me to die. I passed out pretty soon after that until the second rescue team showed up. That was another few days I guess. A week altogether."
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