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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 5:59 pm
"The deal," Dawson echoed with amusement, as usual buffering things with jokes even as he was reminded of the knot. "M'a good friend've hers, Sherlock. Next."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 6:07 pm
He just looked at Dawson with the same sort of dubious expression that Dawson had looked at him with.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 6:18 pm
He took his time picking up some more chips and chewing them. "Wha'?" he asked with his mouth full. "Ain' a lie if thash what you implyin'." He swallowed. "She n' I're close pals, like...I seen her through some bad s**t, Freddie. I dunno what else you askin'."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 6:27 pm
"You wouldn't lie to me anyway," said Chance breezily. "It wouldn't serve any purpose."
He chewed absently on a chip.
"So you know about her and Otto, then?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 6:37 pm
Dawson probably should have been bothered by how easily most people read him.
"Describe 'her n' Otto'." Because it was hit turn to be a little difficult.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 6:51 pm
Chance gave Dawson a pointed look, but he probably deserved the evasiveness, considering he'd been sideways answering Dawson's questions not five minutes earlier.
"That they were together before," he said mildly. "That they're close, even after breaking up."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 7:04 pm
He grunted and nodded his head, debating. Eh, screw it. "You know he cheated on her while they was datin', then?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 7:09 pm
"Yeah," said Chance, with a sideways look at Dawson. "He told me the first night we met, actually."
He was silent for a moment, and then,
"Is that why you seem uncomfortable with him?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 7:14 pm
Dawson grunted again and made a face. "Not jus' that," he replied as he drank his soda. "But the other part ain' my story t'tell. Either way, not sure I like his character, man."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 7:20 pm
He wouldn't press, because it wasn't any of his business unless the unknown third party came into the picture.
"He's a surly, snappish, sassy, sarcastic little s**t," said Chance, fingers still smoothing over Asher's pin. "But he's also passionate about what he does and who he loves, and I find that endlessly fascinating."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 7:33 pm
"Passionate, huh." He didn't wear a convincing smile. "Well, whatever, man, s'yer biz with him; my opinion don' matter. Somethin' happen, though, I got yer back, okay?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 7:52 pm
His expression shifted a little, grew a little more fond.
"I know," said Chance, eyes flickering over Dawson's face. "You're still a good guy, and I value your opinion. But I also know that I'm not that good myself."
He toyed with the tab on his soda. "Otto's not tied to me, or down, if he decides to have fun by himself, that's his own choice."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 8:01 pm
"Aight." Clearly Dawson didn't understand the point of having something like that, but they'd long since gotten over the many disconnects between them. Shrugging, he held his soda out like it was a glass of alcohol to clink. "Ready t'chill the rest've the day away while we still can, Freddie?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 8:24 pm
Slowly Chance slid sideways and rested his forehead against the other's shoulder.
"Just trust me on this one, okay, Shaggy?" he said lightly, and lifted his head a little so that he could see Dawson's face, a smile on his own. "I like Otto the way he is. If anything happens, or whatever, I'll come to you."
He straightened. Chance lifted his own can and tapped it lightly against Dawson's.
"And you know you can talk to me about whatever s**t you want, right?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 9:06 pm
Dawson bit back the retort that Chance's open mind really was a little too much so and buried his own feelings on the matter. They didn't matter, like he'd said. "Tha's right, son," he said, putting on the Dad voice again as he grinned and messed with Chance's hair now that it was in arm's reach. "Else I'ma ground you."
His grin softened as they touched drinks. "Yeah, I know, I know..." He just hadn't figured out how to bring it up was all. Turning Maebe down had stirred up some repressed emotions he needed to identify and deal with himself first before even beginning to ask for advice about them. "Fer now, le'ts stick t'trust n' sunbathing, yeah?"
And with that, Dawson finished his drink, tossed it away, and flopped back against the blanket, eyes closing as he soaked in the rays the basement denied him.
kuuropii kinda fin on my end i think
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