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 Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:38 pm
"Storms are cool as ********." He agreed. Nature was something to be feared and adored. "Well yeah. They're not just friggn' hobos chasing the wind. But most moms don't dream of their sons chasing deadly storms as a living. Her n' Dad fully expected me to shape up and get into the family business."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:41 pm
"I love storms," said Chance with a laugh. "Maybe not being out in them, but being safe indoors, watching them, is pretty ******** cool. I like sitting and reading when there's a storm."
He was distracted by the song currently being played out on screen, eyes flickering over the figures as they moved. But his attention was still drawn to Otto, even if his eyes weren't on him.
"And what exactly," he asked, eyebrows raising, "was the family business?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:44 pm
"Funeral Services." Otto murmured back, his gaze also on the movie. "We lived above the funeral home my parents owned."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:45 pm
Chance tilted his head back to look at Otto.
"I think I remember you telling me that, actually," he said, eyebrows still raised. "But somehow, you just don't seem to fit into that sort of thing, I have to say."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:47 pm
Otto gave Chance a sideways glance. "Maybe this is why they thought I was suited to Death Division in the first place." Dark humour for the win.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 6:51 pm
Chance snorted.
"That would be ironic," he said. "But instead, here you are on an island in the middle of nowhere, fighting monsters. That's gotta be more interesting at least than being cooped up in a funeral home."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:08 pm
"More interesting, yeah. Oddly enough, there's a lot more death on this end of things."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:12 pm
He wasn't about to ask what sort of death Otto had already seen, since it seemed both private and slightly morbid. Chance tilted his gaze skyward and hugged the pillow to his chest. On screen, Rapunzel was twirling her hair around.
"Would you rather be here than back at your homeland?" he asked curiously.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:23 pm
"I'd rather be here, yeah." Otto murmured, idly wondering how Rapunzel kept all that hair from getting stuck in s**t. He decided it was magic and let that thought rest. "My childhood weren't as bad as yours.. but I was never happy."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:27 pm
He gave a little laugh that was less out of amusement and more just out of resignation, Chance's fingers smoothing along the pillow. "I sometimes wonder if I'd be different if I'd had like, a normal childhood," he said musingly, eyes tracing the lines of Rapunzel's hair absently. "Or if I'd still turn out this way."
He let out a thoughtful hum. "Are you happy now? Or," Chance amended, "At least happier than you were there?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:31 pm
"Happier, I guess." Otto murmured honestly. "I have a lot more moments where I really am happy. A lot where I ain't. But... when I'm away, I like coming back to Deus. I'm not scared to come home." "That's.. the worst feeling in the world. Not feeling at home in your own home. Not even feeling welcome. Everyone needs a space to feel safe."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:41 pm
He contemplated this, Chance idly twisting one of his rings around.
"A safe haven to come back to," he murmured thoughtfully, shifting a little on the couch to get more comfortable. "I've never really thought of this place as home, per say - well, I've never really thought of any place as home, really, not even the apartment I got after I left my mother's house. But..."
Chance's eyes flickered a little. "I think...maybe it'd be nice to consider this place a home of sorts, however unconventional. It's kind of a nice thought, always having a place to come back to."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:50 pm
Otto nodded solemnly. "This is our life, now. We don't get to give up and try something new. We're stuck here." He shifted, resting his head atop Chance's. "Rather than let myself feel stuck, or imprisoned.. I'd prefer to call it home. There's a lot of things here I never got back in Louisiana. I get to see the world. Got to make friends. And I don't feel as high strung as I used to feel back when I first woke up here." He'd relaxed a lot since coming. Opened his shell to those around him. Sometimes to a fault since he'd been so eager to make friends and earn approval deep beneath the layers of pain and hurt. But each bullet wound always had it's own reward. "Maybe if you bedazzled that hole in the wall you call a room.. you might actually enjoy comin' home." He teased in deadpan.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:59 pm
"Stuck here, on an island, in the middle of nowhere," said Chance with a quiet laugh, leaning back against Otto. "But it's not a prison, I don't think. In prisons you don't get nearly as much freedom to just...be yourself, I think? Here is a nice, safe place to be, a place you can come and just rest in your own bed, and relax."
There was a faint smirk on his face as he added teasingly, "And I guess, you know, I get to meet kind of cool people."
Chance gave a snort of amusement. "Okay, so maybe my decorating skills aren't quite up to par," said Chance dryly, pinching Otto's leg. "I have yet to actually figure out something that works for me except for the plastic stars on my ceiling."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 5:11 pm
" Only kind of." He leaned his leg away from the pinch, tucking his legs further into himself as a means of self defence. "I'ma take a wild guess and say you ain't ever been to Ikea." Otto had picked up a fair amount of ideas from there. "Or any place that sells furniture. Sometimes they got like.. mock set ups of rooms. Good for ideas.. or steal the ideas straight up." Looks like next day off, Chance would be dragged to a Walmart or something to get his damn room updated.
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