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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:05 pm
Otto winced. It hurt just watching Chance. "Jesus... we gotta get you coated in bubble wrap." He felt bad for Chance. A lot more than he had at first. Just how long would he have to endure this? Otto fidgeted, unsure of how to help or what to do. "Maybe just.. stay lyin' down or somethin'..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:15 pm
He turned his head to look at Otto, feeling a little bad about the invasion.
"If you don't mind me...borrowing your bed," said Chance slowly. "Maybe I could try and sleep through some of it. But I don't want you to feel like you have to take care of me, or that I'm like, I don't know..." He blew out a breath. "Taking over your room or some s**t."
A wan smile touched his lips as he looked over at Otto.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:18 pm
"I don't mind. I'm the one placin' you under house arrest n' all." His brows furrowed. "Just don't ********' die on the way there. Idiot." He offered him a hand.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:21 pm
"I'm not gonna die," Chance grumbled good-naturedly as he accepted Otto's hand, heaving himself slowly up. He slipped his arm around Otto's shoulders to steady himself and took a breath.
"Lead on, good sir," he said melodramatically, pointing in the direction of the bed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:25 pm
" Ham." He grumbled at the man's melodramatic's, leading him to his bed. Avoiding the obstacles of other furniture, he got Chance to the side of bed. It was still unmade, messy. An unoccupied burrito of blankets lay in the centre. Otto let go of Chance to at least toss that to the side and out of the way.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:28 pm
He shuffled alongside Otto with pathetically slow steps, but at least he wasn't quite as headachey or dizzy as he'd been before. The burrito of blankets made him smile, Chance placing his hands on the bed and then a knee, slowly easing himself onto it.
"What is it with you and wrapping yourself in blankets like an eggroll?" he asked, shaking his head in amusement.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:30 pm
"It's comfy!" Otto grumbled in return, hovering to make sure Chance didn't fall out of bed. "Like.. I dunno, bein' hugged by the blankets or somethin'." "They're soft, n' stuff!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:32 pm
Chance slowly and carefully eased himself down onto the bed, on his stomach at first. He lay there for a moment, still only half on it, and then carefully rolled onto his back and all the way on, a smile on his face as he looked up at Otto. His face was still paler than usual, but the bed was very comfortable.
"That's kinda...sweet, actually," he said with a laugh. "Maybe that's why I sleep better with other people, I like the kind of like, huggy sensation."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:36 pm
Otto nodded. "Me too." A pause. His face darkened. "Except when it's hot as Hell. I don't want nuthin' touchin' me then. So uh... deal with that when it happens." No cuddling in August, Chance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:38 pm
His hands found one of the pillows and Chance pulled it towards him, wrapping his arms around it and laughing against it.
"I like the heat better than the cold," he said with a grin. "But usually not to the point of wanting to melt into a puddle. Don't worry, I'll keep my hands to myself when the temperature rises, unless you're the one doing the rising."
This was accompanied by a deliberately cheeky grin. Apparently Chance was still sassy, even in pain.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:40 pm
Otto stared at the man intensely, his jaw dropped and a scandalized look of horror on his face. "You're just itchin' for me to hit you again, ain't ya?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:42 pm
He held the pillow up to his face (mostly to hide his s**t-eating grin) and gave Otto the biggest, most dramatic puppy dog eyes that he could possibly muster and said, in a soft voice muffled by said pillow,
"Please don't hit me."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:45 pm
Ow. That bomb that Chance shot his way would either make Otto melt, or laugh his a** off. As it stood, it was so strange of Chance to toss it his way, Otto found it to be almost alien. Alien to the point of, yes, laughter. Otto burst out laughing, turning away because he could not handle it. "Don't you point them peepers at me, idiot!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:47 pm
He was trying very hard not to laugh, but it was obvious he was, because Chance's shoulders were shaking from the effort of holding it in, cheeks a little flushed from mirth.
"Look," he wheezed out. "You give me puppy eyes all the time, I figured I would, you know, give it a shot."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 6:48 pm
"I ain't used to it from you!" He winced through laughter, "You're usually cool as a ******** cucumber."
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