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 Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:18 pm
Otto wanted to comment that Chance didn't strike him as someone who could stress at all. Maybe even fret that he'd be the cause of his hidden stress. Seeing that his lips were distracted from performing the task, it was put on the back burner. He stared back at him for a moment before he finally found his words. "Bad for your health."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:22 pm
One of Chance's eyebrows rose.
"You mean you?" he asked, head tilted to the side. "Maybe. Why do you say that?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:23 pm
His expression was haughty, almost arrogant. "Cause apparently I cause you stress. Best you date an apple. Much safer for the heart."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:26 pm
Chance hummed.
"But kissing apples isn't nearly as much fun," he said, with a heavy sigh, as this was truly a tragedy. "Apples also don't sass me back like certain other people do."
He let his hand fall away and stepped back, Chance moving once more to his desk.
"Besides," he said, without turning around. "I already gave you my heart, so that's your responsibility now."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:29 pm
"Apples are lazy shits." This conversation was ridiculous, and Otto was starting to become very aware of how silly it was. He followed Chance with his eyes, choosing to remain seated on the bed. The man seemed to be resuming his search for something. "You must really hate your heart. I feel bad for it." Trusting Otto Graves with something as precious as a heart? Chance was obviously in need of serious counselling. "I'm gunna forget it in the car on a hot day, yanno."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:34 pm
Chance was okay with the conversation being silly, because sometimes silly was just what someone needed.
He lifted a stack of books.
"Don't do that," he said mildly, finally discovering the sketchbook in the top drawer of his desk. "Then it'll melt, and get all over the place, and that would be gross."
He turned back around, smiling, and pecked a kiss to Otto's forehead.
"You'll do just fine, I'm sure you'll take good care of it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:37 pm
Otto's eyes closed briefly when the kiss was pressed to his head, like a cat at ease. "I'll try." He nodded his head. "What's that?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:47 pm
"Sketchbook," said Chance, holding it up. "I was doing a bit of drawing while you were gone, just to keep my mind occupied. There's a lot of shitty doodles in here, but, well, there you have it."
He flipped through it idly.
"Most of my time spent at the outpost was incredibly dull, I had to try and stay awake somehow."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 5:51 pm
" You had trouble staying awake?" He joked idly, leaning back on his hands. "I just played music in my head to keep from getting bored."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:06 pm
"Figure of speech," said Chance, flopping down on the bed beside Otto and stretching out on his back, hands tucked beneath his head. He left the sketchbook sitting on his chest, Chance closing his eyes.
"Have you ever written your own drum music?" he asked, after a moment's silence."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:08 pm
"No." He answered, slipping a sketchbook off of Chance's chest and thumbing through it. "Made up random drum solos n' stuff. Never put it down on paper. It was just whatever I was feelin' at the time."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:20 pm
The first few pages of Chance's sketchbook were filled with miscellaneous doodles, but some familiar faces would pop out at Otto - Finn and Ripley, as well as one of Claude. Behind them were sketches of the island itself, various places he'd been, and then several pages in the middle were of Otto himself; talking, or laughing, sleeping, even one of him eating.
"You ever want to write your own music?" Chance asked curiously, staring up at the stars on his ceiling.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:32 pm
Otto spent a long while looking over the candid portraits. He recognized a good many of them. When he got to pictures of himself, he didn't know if he ought to feel flattered or shy about it. "Not really." he murmured back. "Never had ideas for my own stuff. I just play other peoples."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 6:45 pm
Chance hummed thoughtfully.
"I think it'd be kinda cool, figuring out your own song," he said, running his fingers absently through his hair. "But I mean, I like hearing you play what it is that you've already played, there's just something super hot and fun about watching you drum."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 5:38 am
"Hmm.." Otto's gaze flicked down, his concentration on thought impaired by fingers threading through his hair. It made him sleepy. He felt like a proper musician would have considered making his own songs, so maybe he wasn't a real artist if all he did was copy. He just liked playing. He made stuff up when he was bored or upset, but never played the same thing twice. Idly now, he wondered if there was something that Chance did that made him super hot. If the man thought Otto was attractive and fun to watch while drumming, then surely there was a specific thing Chance did that made Otto want to swoon, right? He gave the man an appraising gaze. Chance simply being handsome as Hell didn't count, he was sure. When he watched Chance gazing at the stars, it was beautiful, but not sexy. It made Chance seem like he was looking up into space, a place that maybe the man's soul truly lived in; like his real self was far far away, and every time the man looked up, he glowed as if reunited. But that particular thought was way too embarrassing to tell him. His cheeks went hot and he swatted Chance's hand away, averting his gaze to the floor. "You draw me a lot." He grumbled as he flipped through more pages. "You runnin' out of people to sketch or sumthin'?"
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