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 Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:46 pm
He snorted in amusement.
"I'll bring 'em back after I wash them," said Chance, feeling pleasantly happy about the fact that he was wearing Otto's clothes. "And you have good taste." He padded to Otto leaned over him from behind, resting his chin on the top of his head and squinted at the game.
"What are you playing?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:52 pm
"Gravity Rush.. Thee's this like.. you can manipulate gravity to fly around n;' s**t... but.." He murmured, smiling inside as Chance leaned his head on him. Otto had mostly dried off, but Chance was still wet. "It's ********' impossible. And dumb. I'm gunna quit..." After this one more try. ...okay after this try... No, this one, cause he almost had it!
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 2:57 pm
He'd never played any games, really, but it sounded fun. Chance watched with interest, stifling a laugh at Otto's stubborn determination. "You can totally win," he said helpfully, eyes moving across the screen. He rested his hands on the back of the chair.
After a moment or two, he ducked his head and pressed a little kiss to Otto's ear, smiling.
"What's the purpose of the game? Just to fly? Or are you supposed to like, gather s**t?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:02 pm
It was already hard to learn this game, but a distracting little kiss made it harder to concentrate. "I'm actually... not sure. I think I'm supposed to fight monsters for some reason. And the main characters doesn't have a memory. Some cat gave her powers, and now.." He failed again, and scoffed. Pushing the game away, he threw a dish towel over it. "Screw it." His head turned up towards Chance. He'd much rather spend time with him than an irritating game. "I was only playin' it to kill time till you were done, anyway."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:06 pm
He laughed into Otto's hair.
"That game sounds an awful lot like a distorted version of Deus, minus the flying part," Chance said with a grin. "Well, and I'm pretty sure I didn't get special powers from a cat, but who knows, maybe I did and I just forgot about it. Loss of memory, and all that."
He raised an eyebrow, looking down at Otto.
"I'm done," said Chance mildly, and slipped his fingers against Otto's chin, tilting his head back just a little more so that he could kiss him gently. It was upside-down, but that was beside the point.
"Still feeling good about everything?" he murmured.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:09 pm
"I got special powers from a mutant koala bear that was turned into a six foot boomerang." Otto said in deadpan. Wasn't a cat, but close enough. Tenya wasn't sure how to feel about being called a mutant koala. It was hard not to feel good about everything with a kiss like that. And so many others. Short, brief kisses, longer ones.. they all made his heart flutter in one way or another. "Yeah." He smiled, rather than nodded. "I like this."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:14 pm
Mutant koala. He couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped him as Asher thrummed in amusement inside of his head.
Otto's answer made him smile, however, and Chance's lips grazed over his temple.
"Good," he said softly, "Me too."
Chance curled a hand around the back of Otto's neck and shifted a little beside him, instead of behind him, so he could kiss him properly this time, long and lingering, eyes fluttering shut, curls still a little damp against his forehead.
"And I really like youuuu," he sang out lightly, teasingly, once he leaned away, but the affection was clear in his eyes as he slipped into the seat beside Otto at the table.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:21 pm
His hand came up to hold Chance's arm, more out of a need to touch him than an issue of balance. He was, after all, sitting down. As Chance left the kiss and sat down, Otto realized he probably could have gotten the guy a shirt. Maybe one of his larger ones might have fit him. After all, Chance was taller, but was he broader too? Well.. he'd enjoy the view for now. " Saaaaaap." Otto teased back with a raised brow, though the same as Chance, there was an endearing tone. "You sure got a lot of tattoos. I only got mine to cover up some scars that were bothering me."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:27 pm
Chance didn't care about not having a shirt. Besides, it wasn't like Otto hadn't seen him in much less than this, anyway, and it wasn't cold, so he was entirely comfortable as it was.
"That's me, Chance Sap Bones," he said with some amusement. He glanced down at himself, one arm still resting across the back of Otto's chair.
"One of mine was for the scars," said Chance, gesturing at the more elaborate constellation on his right side. "For the cigarette burns, thanks to Candidate Number Six. There were a bunch of small, circular scars, so I thought why not put stars over them?"
He let out a hum. "The rest of them technically don't have a meaning, except for, well, you know, more star s**t, but I dunno." A shoulder rose and fell. "I like having them, it's kind of like painting in a different way."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:33 pm
Cigarette burns. Just what levels of Hell had this man been through? His eyes drifted over them, worriedly catching where the marks were. Chance spoke of it like it was no big deal. Like he spoke of most things. "I never wanted tattoos for a long time." Otto murmured, his gaze flicking back to meet Chance's. "But after a while, I just thought.. Do I wanna live with scars forever? Or somethin' that looks a little more artistic?" In the end, tattoos won. "Yanno... I almost used that wish I had to clear up every scar I have. But.. I was worried using it on something so superficial would have consequences."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:41 pm
He watched Otto's eyes, noting the way they drew down the side of him, where the burns were, and Chance's fingers brushed absently against Otto's back in idle gestures.
"I didn't get mine until I was eighteen and living on my own - and didn't need parental permission," he said, with a slightly dry tone to his voice. "But originally it was because I just wanted something different about myself. I got the burns when I was nine, so I wanted to change that. It was less for me about hiding them, and more just about how I didn't want that man's memories on my skin."
His hand rose, fingers sifting softly through Otto's hair, and this time it was Chance's eyes that flickered across Otto's scars, the ones on his face that went through his brow and up his jaw.
"I don't think it's superficial," he said quietly. "Every mark means something, doesn't it?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 3:57 pm
Otto didn't want to ask much more about Chance's past. He was worried about what he'd find out. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. "It does, yeah." He murmured. He had much the same reason as Chance. It was the memory that haunted him more than the scar. A marred mark left on his skin by someone without his consent. Never able to remove it. His arms were littered with marks and scars from defending himself. His ankles were littered with bites and attempts and burrowing by famine beetles and bugs. Scars here, there and everywhere. What others would call badges of survival, Otto simply saw ugliness. He didn't want to talk about the scars anymore. Not at all. So instead, he focused on Chance. Leaning in, he wrapped a hand behind his neck and kissed him on the lips. Yeah, much better than talking.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 4:07 pm
His thumb dipped briefly across Otto's forehead, sweeping towards the scar through his eyebrow, but he didn't touch it. His expression was almost musing, but not quite, instead just a silent contemplation of a history that was buried within Otto.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Otto's hand around his neck stopped him, and Chance kept his eyes open momentarily before he let them fall shut, his hand falling onto the table. He kissed him back, then reached out, fingers curling into the sides of Otto's shirt to tug him closer.
He wanted to ask if Otto was okay, but lost the opportunity, Chance's hand finding the side of Otto's face to rest gently there.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 4:12 pm
While Chance was an open book, Otto was a secret coded hard drive locked in a safe, cased in cement and thrown into the ocean. He hid his feelings most days. Hid his past, and anything else he deemed uncomfortable to discuss. Moments came and went where small hints of himself were allowed to be known. But, time like this, he locked them right back up again, for no other reason than he just wasn't in the mood to indulge. So he knew it was wrong to hide himself in a kiss. It felt like he was using Chance to hide, right in that moment. And after a moment, even though he was enjoying feeling close, he stopped and pulled away. "Sorry.." He murmured guiltily. "I didn't wanna talk about it, so..." So I shut you up with a kiss.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 4:17 pm
His eyes fluttered open again when he felt Otto pull away. Chance rested his arm on the table, his other still against the side of Otto's face, though it slid down to rest on his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side, regarding Otto with a silent contemplation.
His hand rose, brushed a few strands of hair tenderly away from Otto's face, then dipped lower, closed in the front of Otto's shirt and tugging gently.
"Hey. c'mere," Chance said quietly. "What's wrong? It's okay not to want to talk about s**t."
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