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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 5:53 pm
Otto shook his head. "I didn't have friends." He said with a heavy finality.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 5:54 pm
He was silent for a moment, and then,
"And now?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 5:58 pm
He hugged his arms and shrugged. "I have friends here. More than I ever had." None. Friends were easy. Ish. Love and anything attached to it was too complicated. And he messed it up a lot. Too much. "It took a long time to let myself have friends."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 6:00 pm
Chance gave a laugh that wasn't directed at Otto and was more just a general acknowledgement than anything else.
"I still have trouble accepting that I even have friends at all," he said ruefully. "But even with my ******** when it comes to figuring them out, it's...kind of nice, knowing when someone's got my back."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 6:07 pm
"With all the s**t that happens as a hunter.. at least we got friends out of it." He looked at the passing stores, curiously wondering what shop would have the promised cake.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 6:16 pm
"Yes," said Chance decisively, as they rounded a corner. "And cake," he added, a small storefront coming into view. It was a simple, elegant place with a bronze arched door and a sign above it that read Sweet Lady Jane in curling, flowering print.
Chance pushed the door open, and gestured for Otto to step in first.
"Okay," he said cheerfully. "Now gets to be the fun part. Pick whatever you'd like, however many slices you'd like, as long as, you know, you don't make me go broke in the process."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 3:30 pm
A strange noise escaped Otto as he looked over the selection of cakes, his blue eyes wide in awe. "Oh..." He bit his lip, hovering over the display, his hands wringing together as his poor mind tried to prioritize what cake might be the most delicious. They were beautiful works of art, and his imagination could only guess at the flavour of some of them. He swallowed hard. "This might take a while."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 3:59 pm
And there it was - like a kid in a candy store, thought Chance, amusement clearly evident on his face as he watched Otto's expression of complete and utter joy. It had been worth it, just for this, to see him like this, in awe of everything around him.
Chance waved a hand and took a seat at one of the tiny circle tables, crossing one leg over the other.
"Take your time," he said lightly, resting an elbow on the table and propping his chin up in his hand. "There's no rush, and this is an important decision."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 4:13 pm
Otto bit his lip, bit his nails, and sometimes stood statue still as only his eyes seemed to flick about. Now and then he would take in a sharp breath, as if he was about to come to a decision and voice it. But then he'd deflate, and go back to quiet contemplation. Too many cakes. Too many possibilities. He let out a sigh now, his eyes practically pouting for him. He'd not get to try them all. Whatever he chose, there would be cake that went untasted. "Okay." He finally murmured. "I want a slice if that one.." It looked as if even the air around it was made of chocolate, "That one..." A cake so colourful it would put a rainbow to shame, "And that one.." It looked like art, and one wondered if Otto would have the heart to let it be cut at all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 5:49 pm
Watching Otto was by far not nearly as boring as one might have thought. The absolute thought and preparation he put into choosing his cake was oddly fascinating, and Chance found himself quite amused by the whole process.
The lady at the counter just smiled pleasantly at them both, tossing a vaguely questioning look at Chance, but he just shook his head minutely and gestured to Otto.
"Right away!" she said cheerfully, once the decisions had been made, and went about getting everything together. Her cutting skills were absolutely precise, and the slices themselves were enormous, definitely worth the price. With care, she stuck them each in individual boxes and then rang them up, and Chance eased out of his chair, drifting over to the register to pay.
"Here you go," he said with a grin, passing the bag over to Otto. "All yours."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 5:56 pm
Otto's eyes fixated on everything that happened to his cake slices. When the bag was finally handed to him, he gently took it into his own hands. Grateful, he nodded. "Thanks.... I mean. Yeah." He tried in vain to play it off like no big deal. Much too late. "I guess this'll make up for it or whatever. Let's go."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 6:00 pm
"No eating until we get back," said Chance in mock sternness, but the smile on his face was irrepressible. He patted Otto's shoulder in a placating sort of way, steering him out of the bakery and back out onto the brightly lit street once more.
"I might steal one bite if you're feeling generous - oh wait, do you mind if I grab myself something to eat before we go back?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 6:02 pm
"I don't mind. Do it now while we're here." Otto murmured, leaning against the outside wall and waiting.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 6:06 pm
He smiled and ducked into the nearest place, which was a fast food diner of sorts. Approximately eight and a half minutes later, Chance reemerged, a greasy paper bag in hand and the smell of french fries wafting up to meet both of them.
"All right, back to our lovely little island," he said cheerfully, looking better than he had all morning.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 5:34 am
The wait had been spent day dreaming about eating cake. When Chance emerged, the wafting smell of french fries suddenly detoured his imaginings to stealing a fry or two when his back was turned. Yes... soon... Otto looked up at the taller man with a small nod and started back toward the portal. "Lovely little island is always made better with greasy fries on the side."
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