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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:37 pm
"I," said Chance grandly. "am an excellent cooker of eggs, so I can show you how to keep them from turning into ash."
He smiled, scooping up a handful of sand and turning it absently between his fingers. "I didn't know there was a separate swimming pool, but I'm down for that if you are. And it doesn't matter if you're not a great swimmer, just the basics are good enough for me since I don't know anything at all."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:43 pm
"We got a deal." An exchange of skills was a good excuse to hang out, he thought. "Even if you at least learn to tread water, it'll save your life."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:46 pm
Chance looked very pleased with this. He beamed at Otto and dropped the sand he was currently holding, the last few dregs slipping out to fall in little heaps by his feet.
"I'm sure I'll put the knowledge to good use," he said with a laugh. "I really don't want to drown."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:02 pm
Otto shook his head. "I don't want you to drown either." Bad things happened to so many hunters every day. If he could prevent a fatality... "It's my specialization is survival, after all."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:12 pm
"Your desire to keep me from falling into the depths of the sea is much appreciated," said Chance, an amused note to his voice; but he took it seriously, even with the light tone.
He held out his hand towards Otto, a few seashells in his palm.
"But really, thank you, I'm glad that I have a...friend...willing to help me out a bit."
(The word still felt weird, but he was getting used to it the more he used it out loud.)
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:25 pm
"Don't mention it." Otto murmured, leaning over and picking up one of the shells in Chance's hand. "Word to the wise; don't learn to swim in that ocean." But he was sure Chance knew that already, as a tentacle hundreds of yards away flickered through the churning waves in the distance. "Sometimes the portals don't work. Once, there was a timeframe of like... months... that we couldn't leave the island. It was absolute Hell."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:29 pm
He went back to looking for more shells, fingers digging into the sand. "I have been warned of the ocean's perils," he said with a laugh, casting a suspicious look at the tentacle. "And what's in it, though I have to admit, a part of me is morbidly curious. Thankfully, however, not curious enough to do something stupid."
Chance made a noise of surprise, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "That sounds horrible. What on earth did you do to keep from going insane?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:50 pm
"Nothing. We all just went insane." He replied bluntly, his face scrunching. "Makes me really appreciate the freedom to leave. Not that I take advantage much. I ought to more. Months kinda zoom by and I forget." Otto started piling sea shells into a tower.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:52 pm
He winced a little. "That sounds terrible. I mean, I like solitude and all, but even that's a little much for me."
Chance shifted closer, offering his own seashells to add to Otto's current tower.
"Well, if you ever need an off-island buddy," he said with a laugh. "You know I'm available."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:58 pm
Otto smirked, but was a little to shy to meet Chance's gaze. He focused on his tower. "For sure. We can hit up another diner." Maybe hanging out with guys would be less complicated then with women. Maybe.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 5:59 pm
"Diner food is the food of the gods, after all," said Chance lightly, pushing his fingers into the sand to find more shells. He came up with a few small ones, and added them to Otto's pile.
"And I think your cheesecake probably melted after we left it sitting out all night, so we're overdue for another."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:01 pm
"I turned it into a cheecake smoothie." Otto murmured. "It wasn't any good." He winced, remembering the less then pleasant texture of it. Honestly, he had some terribly hair brained ideas now and then.
"Definitly due for another. Next time? Straight for the fridge."
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 6:03 pm
"A cheesecake smoothie sounds like it might be okay if the cheesecake itself was not soggy," said Chance with a laugh. "I think I've had a pie shake before, though admittedly that was a little weird..."
He delicately placed a white shell on top of a brown.
"Excellent idea. Fridge, to keep it safe and not smoothie material."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 2:11 pm
"Cheesecake and pie are best the way they are. No gross bits floatin' in smoothies for me." He huffed, "Dammit, I want pie. Your fault." He shoved Chance's shoulder in an attempt to push him over. Punishment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 2:15 pm
Chance, who was not expecting the push, and was balanced a little precariously due to crouching, toppled over with a cry of surprise, landing sideways on the sand. Sputtering, he twisted to look at Otto, brows drawing together in a look of amusement mingled with mischief.
"I'm pretty sure you're the one that brought it up first," he said airily, giving Otto a push with the tip of his shoe.
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