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 Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:15 pm
"Dude, if this goes on much longer? I'm draggin' your sorry a** to the infirmary." Otto threatened with concern. Threatening concern.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:30 pm
"Nnnnooooooooo," Chance mumbled, burying his face into the pillow again. "I'm totally fine, see?"
As if to prove this point, he flung the covers off of himself and attempted to climb out of the bed. His foot hit one of the pillows on the ground, however, and Chance promptly staggered, slipped, and almost crashed into Otto, landing on his knees beside him.
The yell of mother ********> could probably be heard two stories away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:36 pm
"Jesus Christ!" Otto flinched, grabbing what he could of Chance after the initial shock of him falling wore off. Not soon enough to catch him, or save him from a world of pain. Or the loud curse that echo'd in the room. "You ********' moron!" He growled. "I am seriously gunna drag you to the infirmary." If he can carry a six foot boomerang made of hollow metal, how bad a time would he have of dragging a 6'3" man child?
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:39 pm
"The infirmary ******** sucks," Chance said stubbornly, grabbing onto Otto's shoulder to push himself back up into a sitting position. He leaned back against the bed and inhaled a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut briefly before they opened again.
"I'll be fine, really," he said, running a hand through his hair and leaving his fingers tangled in the dark curls. "I just need to, uh...not move for..."
A pause.
"I don't know how long."
It had already been around nine hours, if Otto's estimates of time were right. How much longer could it possibly be before the over sensitivity wore off?
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:41 pm
"Look, if you're still like this in the morning? I ain't takin' any more of your s**t excuses. Y'here?" He narrowed his eyes at Chance. His game character had long since died; the game over screen blinking and ignored.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:45 pm
He was shrinking away from Otto again, Chance wincing a little. It was difficult to make a six foot, three inch man look small, but he was certainly attempting to as he gathered one of Otto's pillows and held it against his stomach, arms wrapped around it.
There was a long pause. Chance tried to figure out a way around going, found none, and shrunk a little more.
".........I hear," he mumbled.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 2:48 pm
"Hmph." He turned his head, going back to try and play his game again. "You sit there and be good. You need somethin', I'll get it. Unless you need the bathroom, then yer on your own." Sometimes, despite his height, Otto felt rather big.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 3:06 pm
Chance may or may not have stuck out his tongue at Otto's back once he'd turned around. He slumped against the bed, pillow in his arms, and exhaled a long breath.
He let Otto play for a while, and then said, in a very quiet voice that indicated he felt rather silly for even asking,
"Er...do you think I could...possibly get something to drink?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:29 pm
Otto pressed pause, rolled his head back to look at Chance from under furrowed brows, and said; "No." Because he couldn't make life too easy for Chance. Just who did he think he was dealing with here?
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:31 pm
There was a long moment in which absolutely nothing happened except that Chance just stared at Otto while Otto stared back.
Then -
"Please?" he asked, in his most syrupy sweet voice, except it probably came out sounding ridiculous.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:34 pm
"Dude." Otto's voice started flatly, "You really gotta work on that buttering up s**t." Chance did not to sweet and pleading very convincingly. "But okay. I guess, since you asked nice n' all." But don't get used to it, baka! Otto slid his game aside and left the side of the bed to go get Chance his precious drink. "Whaddya want?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:45 pm
"I can butter you up with sweets," said Chance plaintively. "I do still owe you pie, I think. Or cake. Or both. In which case, buttering you up is almost literal."
He smiled beatifically over at Otto, still slightly paler than normal.
"Just water is fine," Chance murmured. "Or a pop is good too."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:53 pm
"Both works." Literal buttering was the way to Otto's heart, after all. He needed to eat sweets to fill the void of his lack of sweet in his personality. Sweet deficiency. Water was probably best. Healthier, he supposed. Otto poured Chance a tall glass with ice in it, before bringing it over to him. "You look awful." He said bluntly out of nowhere.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 4:56 pm
"As soon as I'm capable, I'll take you out to get sweet stuff," said Chance, reaching out to accept the offered glass. "Since I probably owe you big time for all of this s**t anyway."
He took a sip, wincing only a little, but the water helped soothe his dry throat. Chance's gaze flickered over to Otto again.
"I'm sure I look simply marvelous right about now," he said grandly. "And by marvelous, I mean like total s**t. I'm just glad I don't have any blood or anything on me from that fight." He gave a little shudder, fingers wrapped around the water glass. "That would have made everything worse."
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2015 5:00 pm
"If you came here covered in blood, I wouldn'ta let you sleep on my damn bed. For one thing, I like my sheets stain free." Because priorities. "So, yeah. Bigass cake and a ********' good pie. Maybe a root beer float. ********. We'll make it a whole day of treatin' me to s**t." Right? Right.
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