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 Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 9:48 pm
Chris immediately looked put upon. "Really? We go through all this s**t and you top it off with a hug? The ******** is this, the feelings hour?"
He groaned and held out his arms, because he knew he wasn't going to get out of it. At least it was better than getting punched by her. Seriously.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 10:17 pm
Chel melted into a hug, feeling more relaxed and at home than any point since he'd left. Nevada had been a temporary relief to the disturbance sh'ed felt, and friends certainly helped with the symptoms, but nothing really healed like dealing an antibiotic to the source.
"Damn straight it's feelings hour," she mumbled, "We sat on the goddamn friendship log, you better be feeling something." And feel something she did. Not love (that'd be creepy), not friendship. Just a mutual sort of completeness.
Which sounded so gay. "Missed you too buddy." She pulled out of the hug finally and then punched him in the arm. "That's for bein' a d**k."
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 10:53 pm
He wrapped his arms tight around her shoulders, because no matter what s**t Chris spouted, the physical reassurance of a hug was the biggest relief of the day. "I'm feelin' you bein' a little s**t," he laughed.
He yelped and dodged away from the punch, but not quick enough. "Man cut that out. Ava ain't here to do her healy s**t. If I get some stupid lasting game bruise I'm coming after you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 11:08 pm
Chel crossed her arms, apparently displeased with his behavior. "Why don't you ever hit me back? It makes no sense."
She sighed, long and hard at his impetuous behavior, and chalked it up to an idiotic boy doing idiotic things. "If you don't have any bruises, I'll make new ones."
With a shove to his arm, she began walking back towards the tavern. "C'mon, I'm sure the others are waiting."
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