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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:10 pm
"Do ya now?" He chuckled. "Thought it was less a s**t n' more a flyin' fart. Lil' more classy, lot more gassy, haw!" Cue some snort-laughing at his own genius. "Hell, f'yew care, son, more power to ya. I never see past tha' ol' smile a'yers so, s**t, whaddo I know? Nuthin', tha's what." He nodded to himself and licked his fingers of crumbs. "Stars? The hell r' stars doin' in yer mind-o-sphere?" Dawson asked curiously if bluntly, latching onto that particular sentence rather than Chance's question.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 3:33 pm
Chance rolled his eyes, more out of amusement than exasperation. "I think you see more than you think you do," he pointed out with a little smile. "I don't exactly hide much, I usually just say what I'm thinking right off. Or at least," he amended. "I try to."
The dodging of his question wasn't missed, though Chance wondered whether it was from just the sheer drunkenness or just an attempt at avoiding it altogether.
"When aren't the stars in my mind-o-sphere?" asked Chance with a laugh. "That's about the only thing I know how to give a damn about. Though, admittedly, it's been a little diminished as of late," he added, slightly petulantly because of reasons."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 1:47 pm
"Astrophyssssssicalnessing," Dawson reasoned with a not so sober nod. "How come?" Beat. "I mean both stuffs, the star damnin' n' the not so much parts. Taaaaalk t'me, buddy, I already been takin' too much." kuuropii and now back to quality posting
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 3:43 pm
He was slightly amused by drunk!Dawson, even if he was also, strangely enough, the smallest bit concerned as to whether or not the avoiding of talking about himself was because of some other reasons that he wasn't willing to admit.
But Chance let it go, and merely smiled benignly across the table at Dawson.
"You ever have something that you really like to do but something happens, or someone says something, and suddenly it's not so great anymore?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 11:38 pm
He hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess..." Though if Chance was looking for examples from Dawson, he was a little too far gone unfortunately. "What, someone pissin' yer constellations?" Beat. "Was it 'cuz ya lit'rally said ya only give a damn 'bout stars?" he added.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:07 pm
He snorted.
"Something like that," said Chance dryly. "Someone told me that I was substituting a love of stars in place of human relationships."
Just saying it aloud made him irritated, Chance picking up his cup and downing the rest of his own booze.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:25 pm
"Aw sheeyit." He reached for his mug to join in and realized somewhere in the middle of all this, he had already finished it off. Damn. Dawson gave him a motion to go on as he filtered the words through his pleasantly tipsy mind. Diiiiiish.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:33 pm
He wasn't drunk, but pleasantly tipsy could be an applicable phrase, considering that he'd just tossed back a shot. Chance smirked across the table at Dawson, pointing a finger at him.
"I don't substitute anything for anything," he said indignantly. "I just keep it real."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:40 pm
"Yeah, man," Dawson agreed with a bob of his head. And then a second later, "....Wait, what ya mean again? Who even s**t talkin' ya, I'll beat 'em up."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 3:54 pm
"No one's s**t talkin' me right now," said Chance, with a roll of his eyes. The waitress had deposited another glass next to him; he didn't even recall having ordered one, and wasn't entirely certain when this particular glass had been set down.
"I'm saying before. I'm not a bad person, am I Dawson?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 4:23 pm
Dawson harumphed as if to say well if someone was though tell me..."The hell? Naw man, yer jus' weird," he replied, snorting. " Bad. Yer harmless unless ya got a fight t'do. Weird ain' bad, hell, erryone weird here..." He was at least conscious enough to not name Deus aloud. "Why ya think yer bad?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 4:44 pm
He shrugged a thin shoulder, wrapping both hands around the glass in front of him.
"Sometimes I just wonder how other people see me," he said, the faintest hint of weariness in his voice.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 4:58 pm
"Who cares?" It was so easy to say that when it wasn't him. So easy to bolster someone else's confidence than his own. So easy to pretend he didn't suffer from a constant need to look good to people. "Only opinions matter r' friends' n' yers." (Let Chance be just drunk enough, let him forget the series of tweets he'd been shown.) "Wanna know what I think?" Dawson didn't wait for answer. He leaned in and proudly went on, "I think yer a guy who never got a chance t'do normal s**t, but people expect ya t'know it anyway 'cause tha's the norm n' Gawd people don' get it sometimes 'cause they heads up they asses. I think yer mistakes ain' so good, yeah, but at least yer learnin' from'm. I think, Freddie-Chance-Bones," he reached out and tried to clink glasses without hitting Chance's hands but failed, "yer a good guy fer tryin' t'unnerstand at all n' make yerself better, 'cause some people don' even do tha', s'a damn shame. N' tha's why we friends." And then he grinned in a way that broke his streak of Serious Emotional Momentness. "Well, tha' n' ya don' mind payin'!" Dawson added with a loud peal of laughter.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 7:28 pm
Chance pointed a black painted finger at Dawson accusingly. "You totally care, mister," he said meaningfully. "You so totally care."
But he waved it away, thoughts slipping aside because he was actually listening to what Dawson was saying, Chance blinking in slight surprise. A slight flush to his cheeks indicated the state of inebriation, nothing more, nothing less, but after a moment, Chance seemed to relax a little, a smile crawling across his face.
"You are like, the best," he said, reaching out and slapping a hand onto Dawson's arm. "You so totally make me just want to be a good guy okay Shaggy? We're good, aren't we? We're good friends, and yes, yes, I will pay."
Maybe the liquor was a little stronger than he'd thought. Oops.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 10:48 pm
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~"
It was hard to tell if he was answering the first statement or the one about being good guys. Probably all of them at once.
"Bruh," Dawson said with Great Feeling, slapping a hand atop Chance's, "awesome friends. N' just so y'know--just 'cause I spar Claude erry week don' mean I gotta stick bein' her Moon, y'know. Nobody stuck bein' someone's Moon, we Moon erryone. S'a....turn a'phrase. Misinception." That didn't sound right.
Then he realized he'd been saying Moon everyone and it caused him to snort laugh and slap the table. Several people turned to look at them.
"Aww s**t, son, we gotta be careful," he whispered. "Dis-creet. Ya wanna get dessert, bro, or ya wanna get the check n' go?"
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