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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 2:21 am
"I like Maebe," said Chance lightly, swirling the soda around in his can. It had gone a little warmer in the sun, but the caffeine and the taste was still there to appease him. "I like the way she thinks."
His eyebrows rose a little.
"Does that mean you don't have a good first impression of him?" he asked interestedly, tilting his head to the side to contemplate Dawson.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 2:34 am
"Y'all both stupid trolls, m'not surprised," he snorted. "Horace too. I'm surrounded, Gawd help me."
Mmm, yes, melted brownie remnants.
"Wasn' sayin' tha', just sayin' he was knocked out a quarter a'the time, and the other parts were either fightin' somebody off or chewin' on you r' Maebe. Ain' holdin' that nonsense 'gainst him." After wiping his face with a napkin, he gave Chance a curious look of his own. "What, you lookin' for my rating've the guy or somethin'?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 2:38 am
Chance chewed his own brownie slowly.
"Nope," he said mildly, in answer to the rating question, a smile on his face. "Not at all. I mean, I like you a lot, Dawson, you're a good guy. What I do with Otto is what it is. I'm curious though..."
He reached for a napkin, dabbing at his fingers.
"You seem to have gone from endlessly eager to help me in my endeavors, to rather lukewarm, somehow."
He gave a laugh. "Unless I'm just overthinking it, but come on, Shaggy, we're friends aren't we? I like honesty, it's why I never lie, honesty's an important trait in everything."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 2:51 am
Dawson smacked his lips. "Tha's 'cause you n' I thought it was someone I knew," he explained. "Don' really know this Otto kid other than he got a mouth on him, like ya said, n' tha' he used t'date Maebe. So my first instinct's t'be all, y'know, Poppa with a shotgun sitch." He held up an invisible one and put on a deeper voice. "Whu' piece've s**t thinks he good nuff t'date my son n' s**t, heh. But with more bro in it, 'course." Of course.
"Plus, I mean, you got it down, it sound like." He made a vague hand gesture. "I ain' a datin' expert anyway, prob'ly jus' mess it up fer you. I dunno how you do....dude on dude stuff like that anyway."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 3:00 am
Chance's eyes narrowed slightly, not out of negativity, but out of a careful scrutinizing of Dawson as he spoke. He hadn't realized that him and Maebe were as close as they were, and wondered vaguely if there was a history he was missing.
"I mean," he said dryly, "I could tell you all the details and mechanics, but I'm relatively certain you really don't want to know."
There was a short pause.
"Did you just call me your son?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:43 am
"Holy ********' s**t, you, it's a sayin'. 'Cept you might s'well be my son, how many times I gotta tell you bein' careful n' s**t." He slapped his chest. "Ain' you heard anyway, I'm Daddy Daws now!" Dawson scowled playfully as he popped more chips back. "d**k in the butt, d**k in the mouth, d**k in the hand, it ain' rocket science," he said. "Wasn' talkin' about that anyway, ya gaysian scarecrow, I meant datin' stuff. Still though, y'all at least usin' protection? I hear nasty s**t happens if y'don'."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 11:59 am
Chance was grinning now. "Awww, Shaggy, you're such a caring individual," he crooned, reaching out to pat Dawson's face affectionately. "You're gonna make a guy blush, look at you being all protective and s**t of your kids."
He dropped his hand and rummaged around for another brownie and gave a half snort of laughter. "Well, you're not wrong," said Chance, sounding very amused. "That's the general gist of it, yes." He clapped a hand on Dawson's shoulder. "Glad to see you're nice and well informed on the matter of sex, Dawson."
The brownie was sticky and still melting, but tasted good anyway, so Chance still ate it. He gave a little hum of thought.
"Yes, we're using protection," he said. "But we're not actually...dating. Or at least," he amended, "Not in the conventional sense of the term."
The word felt a little strange on his tongue. Chance had never dated anyone in his life.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 12:42 pm
He proudly thumped his chest again in return. " Damn straight!" And then Dawson, after a series of astounded and affronted noises, started smacking Chance with the empty can. "You-like-him- ayand-you-pack-his-fudge, n' you got the gall t'not call him yer boyfriend?! What the ******** wrong with you, boy?" He dropped the now dented soda can. "Not in the conventional sense my fat a**," he grunted. "All I hear's excuses."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 12:48 pm
Chance gave a squawk of protest and surprise, leaning away and trying to bat Dawson and the offending can away from his head, hands outstretched in front of him.
"Ow - ******** - Dawson, you ******** - "
He made a whining noise in the back of his throat, but at least Dawson had dropped the can by now, and Chance slowly lowered his hands, a suspicious look still on his face as though, at any moment, he might pick up his shoe and smack him with it or something.
(It wasn't like it hadn't happened before, thanks a lot Otto.)
"Look," said Chance, rubbing at his arm while hastily sliding the can away, just in case Dawson got any more ideas. "It's not an excuse. He's not looking for any soul mate or any of that s**t, and neither am I. I don't own him, he's free to do what he likes, labels are irrelevant."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 3:37 pm
Chance was lucky: Dawson didn't wear shoes, he wore boots more often. "Hey now, don' go mixin' boyfriend with soul mate," he chastised. "Ain' nowhere near the same, ya dumbass. Shoo'." He opened a new can to guzzle, shaking his head. "Nobody never taught ya the basics? s**t, you really need a Daddy Daws. Lucky fer you, I'm a generous soul," Dawson added with a smug look.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:15 pm
Chance put his chin in his hand and gave Dawson his most winning smile.
"Enlighten me."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:31 pm
"Well, first've all," Dawson began with his best Dad voice, "soul mates don' gotta be romantic, least in my opinion. S'jus' somethin' you feel in here." He knocked a fist over his heart. "Somethin' good, somethin' right. Like you gellin' with someone on a whole 'nother level, yeah? Drift compatible." He paused, then groaned. "Never mind, I'll make you watch the movie sometime. Gawd." " Second've all, the hell's wrong with labels, huh? It ain' some permanent stamp. You don' go buy a can a'somethin' with no label n' say 'oh, yeah, I'm fine with whatever the hell this is, it don' need a name 'cause it is what it is'. Sometimes s'nice knowin' what you got, see what m'sayin'?" " Third've all." Dawson squinted. "Why you was tryin' t'be so mysterious 'bout it if you ain' bothered who he is or what y'all do?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:36 pm
He had no idea what drift compatible referred to, but it did sound kinda cool. The rest of what Dawson was saying slowly eased its way into Chance's mind, and he tapped a finger against the side of his face, contemplating this.
"I wasn't trying to mysterious," said Chance with a soft snort. "And I'm not bothered about who he is what we do, good grief Dawson, you know what kind of person I am. Five minutes ago we were talking about sex and hand jobs."
The fingers of his other hand had found Asher's pin on the front of his shirt, and Chance idly twisted it. "I go with what Otto's comfortable with," he said mildly.
A pause, as he thought, and then,
"What's the difference between a soul mate and a boyfriend, then?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:42 pm
Dawson snorted like a bull. "You got cotton balls in her ears, son? Romance, bruh, that's the difference. Well, sorta. Look, it's hard t'explain, y'know, it's like..." He made a meaningless gesture, though it seemed to help him think. "Describin' a color or somethin'. I can tell ya blue is the sky n' blue ain' the grass. You know when it's a soul mate n' when it ain't, that simple." At least, he liked to believe. Dawson gestured again, this time for Chance to continue. "Got anymore questions?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:49 pm
He considered this again. It still didn't make an entire lot of sense to him, but Chance was Chance, and he still lacked a lot of the general knowledge that many had acquired growing up.
He chewed thoughtfully, and swallowed, and said, just to turn the conversation away from himself,
"Yes. What's the deal with you and Maebe? You guys close?"
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