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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 4:42 pm
It was stupid, really; he knew it was, and yet it had taken him years to get to the point where the sight of it didn't make him nearly as nauseated as it once had. Chance was more irritated by the fact that he had such a ridiculous thing to get himself worked up over in the first place.
He felt a hand touch his, and then -
Rather than jerk suddenly, instead Chance felt his breathing hitch a little, and he slowly lifted his head, blinking in surprise. He watched Otto work without saying a single word, his heart beating slowly and rhythmically inside of his chest, Chance's dark eyes narrowing a little.
Within a few moments, the blood had disappeared, and the warmth at his hand slipped away. Chance's fingers curled a little, the trembling easing.
"I'd hate to ruin a good shirt with a bit of blood," he said lightly, deliberately keeping his tone mild. He hesitated a second, liking the warmth of another's hand, before disentangling his fingers and drawing them away. "Especially since blood is a shitty thing to get on anything, people included."
A pause, and then,
"Thank you," he said mildly while internally hoping this would not make Otto uncomfortable around him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 4:49 pm
Except now Otto was definitely uncomfortable. Running was an option. Always the first one he had. Get up, say he'd best head home, and leave. Default, safe and secure. But the reason he'd gone through that cave was no so he could continue to run. Every time things got a little bad or awkward, it was no okay to always run. Once in a while, when it was too much, then fine. But not now. "Sorry." He murmured, bringing his hands up to his face, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeves. Like a shield, a buffer to feel hidden. And to hide his red face. "Just seemed like the quickest.. solution.." Asking Chance to lick off his own cut seemed redundant. The man had been scared of his own wound. And Otto had gotten so comfortable with him he hadn't thought too much of it. He swallowed hard, and kept his eyes on the sand. He was embarrassed. Completely. He should have let the man bleed for Christ's sake. "Feel better at all?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 4:55 pm
Chance reached out a hand, stopped, and drew it back, instead shifting to wrap his arms around his legs and link his fingers together. Otto was not one of the people he was as touchy-feely with as others might have been, in spite of their night spent cuddled together in Chance's bed.
"It worked," he said, and gave Otto what he hoped was a reassuring smile, gentle and yet without making light of his discomfort. "I'm definitely not thinking about the blood anymore, since it's all gone."
It was mostly true; his fingers were still shaking a small amount, but his mind was not thinking of the blood, that much was true. There was a moment, and then Chance gently leaned sideways, knocking his shoulder lightly against Otto's before straightening again, keeping the contact as brief as possible.
"Looks like both of us managed to get a bit farther with our struggles, maybe," he said, with a slight smile.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:00 pm
"Maybe a little.." Otto mumbled, the brief contact reassuring him a teeny tiny bit. He still hated the dark, and caves. And bugs. Nothing would change that. But knowing he could push past the fear was what made him feel better. A little. "Short of puttin' you on Emergency Room duty for a week, I dunno how you'd get over that one. I sure ain't livin' in a cave any time soon."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:03 pm
Chance couldn't help but laugh.
"I know, it's a ridiculous thing to have to deal with here of all places," he said with a light sigh, as a breeze filtered through, ruffling his hair. "I keep reminding myself that it's just temporary, hopefully, but I sincerely hope it doesn't take me losing an arm or leg to get over."
He slid a look sideways. "I think it would get cold anyway if you had to live in the cave," Chance deadpanned. "Not to mention there'd be no place to sit and watch any of those movies that you keep telling me I need to watch."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:06 pm
Otto shrugged. "You don't gotta watch them. Just, yunno, you're deprived if you don't." It was spoken in dead pan as usual, his face stern as a brick despite the humour intended.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:15 pm
Chance let out a snort.
"I am one deprived man then," he said meaningfully, giving Otto a smirk. "We should have ourselves a movie night, get some decent milkshakes - not mushy cheesecake shakes - or just pie in general, put in a good movie, and educate me on all the reasons why I shouldn't go outside when there's a natural disaster happening."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:17 pm
"We could have one now. Just won't have milkshakes. I think I have a couple cans of cola left. I also got Southern Comfort.." The last part was muffled a bit as Otto rubbed his mouth intentionally. He wasn't sure about booze. Especially sweet booze. Went down to nice and too fast. Maybe if he only mixed it a little bit with the cola. That should be fine. He shrugged. "Don't think I'ma find any jars out here."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:20 pm
Chance visibly brightened at this idea.
"I'm game if you are," he said cheerfully, lowering his hands and pushing himself to his feet, slipping and sliding on the sand. Chance held out a (non-cut) hand to Otto, offering him leverage up.
"We can get you a jar the next time one of us goes off island."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:29 pm
Otto took the offered hand, hoisting himself up with Chance's help. He brushed himself off of sand after stuffing the small collection of shells into his pockets. "Don't worry about it too much. There's gotta be better use of your off island time then jar shoppin'." He murmured while keeping his gaze elsewhere; mainly the way home. Otto started walking, which would be a while since they were some distance on the shores of Deus. Curse that cave adventure to Hell.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:32 pm
Chance just snorted.
"What else am I gonna do off island other than get myself some decent food?" he said with a laugh, as they began trudging back. "Well...admittedly I might do some stargazing, so there is that. I've heard the rooftop here is a good place to do that, though."
Every now and then he would cast surreptitious glances sideways at Otto, as though gauging whether or not he was still embarrassed about earlier; but most of Chance's conversation on the way back was as light and mild as ever.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:38 pm
Otto wasn't sure if he was to be reassured that Chance was letting the whole thing go or not. He was talking like normal, at least. So maybe he wasn't just covering to make Otto feel better about it. The blond wanted to let it go. He tried. He'd make the man watch a few disaster films, and he was sure that would take the edge off. He'd rather have a fast heartbeat from watching those thrillers than from this.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:44 pm
Chance was attempting to not make Otto uncomfortable and was probably making him uncomfortable in this attempt. It was a little thing to him, but he knew that with what Otto had told him already, it was probably a bigger deal; and Chance did not want to push it.
Even if he had appreciated it more than he'd let on.
"So," said Chance, as they drew nearer to the dormitory building. "I assume...your place? Since, alas, I have no television in mine."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:48 pm
Otto nodded. "One of the perks for bein' around so long. I gotta lot of cool s**t." TV, stereo, kitchen that worked. And the bathroom. Lord, the bathroom. He'd die the day he gave that up.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 5:50 pm
He was looking forward to seeing Otto's room, if only because his own was minuscule and cool s**t was much more interesting than Chance's said lack of decorations. His expression lifted as he reached out, pulling open the door to the building.
"How long have you been here, anyway?"
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