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 Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:55 pm
"So you're going to be in my head... all the time?"
Yes. And for the last time you can just think what you want to say. You look like an idiot talking out loud.>
Chris rubbed the black leather cuff on his wrist absently as he walked down the hallway of the dorms. He was lost in his conversation, not really paying attention to where he was going. That happened to be a mistake when he walked through a door he thought to be his and came to a screeching halt. That was not his bed. Those were not his things on the desk.
"Uh. This isn't 185."
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 4:53 pm
There's someone in the room.
Of course there's someone in th'room, we're in th'room.
No, dumb a**, I mean someone else is in the room. It's not Solomon or Chelsea either.
Giving a little groan, Dory couldn't fault the voice in his head. She was probably right, as usual, but he was being so lazy in his bed. It didn't help that Dory's door was always open. He just found it easier to let people in whenever they needed it - especially after he accidentally became Dr. Dory. Sometimes he even woke up with someone resting on his bed.
He needed a bigger bed.
Sitting up almost liken to a zombie, he blearily blinked his eyes, trying to focus on who it was.
"Non. S'isn't 185, s'191." He answered finally after the new person voiced out his realization. "S'my room, mais, it's open to anyone who needs it. You new?" He offered.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:59 pm
Ava let out a breathy sigh in his head as the occupant of the room spoke. Chris couldn't find it in him to fault her, really. Dude's accent was pretty sweet.
"I'm sorry man, I wasn't paying a lick of attention to where I was going. The whole partner in my head thing has me a little... distracted." He offered a sheepish smile. "Definitely new. Like, a couple days new. I'm Chris Axten." He scooted further into the room a bit to offer the other man his hand. The whole experience was a little surreal, though.
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 2:41 pm
Lick of attention?
It seemed like a strange statement to him. The accent seemed a little familiar, he mused a little as he rubbed a gloved hand over his eyes softly, before looking down at the hand extended to him, going to shake it carefully.
"Chris Axten, oui?" He repeated, filing it in his memory, "Plaisir de vous rencontrer, I am Dorian Côté, everyone calls me Dory." He paused. "Like th'fish, I s'pose. Welcome to Deus." He offered, tilting his head to look at the new member a little further.
"Someone crack you in t'face? I mean, you're moon, you take 'its, but that was fast." He asked, showing that he, still, had little boundaries about people, even those who he just met. Folding his legs in an indian-style sitting position, he willingly patted the bed, as if saying 'you're welcome to sit down and talk'.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 9:23 am
Chris may or may not have had a sudden, s**t eating grin when Dory mentioned the fish character. He wouldn't say anything now, but when you make s**t that easy there's no way he wasn't going to save it for ammo later.
His smile faltered a bit when his eye was brought up, but he took the offer and sat down heavily on the man's bed. It was comfy. "Yeah, well," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I woke up to an old face who wasn't so happy to see me. She took it out on my good looks." He shrugged in a sort of, 'what can you do' way.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:22 pm
An old face, hm?
Dory had opted to forget about the s**t eating grin that Chris had when he had given his nickname - it was the same that he received usually when someone had found out about his name. he was used to it now.
"Must be nice knowin' someone out of th'get-go. When I 'ad woken up i was by m'self." He admitted. "Of course, I don't t'ink it'd be nice t'be punched immediately out of the pod," he figured, before giving Chris a look.
"Meet'cher Weapon, yet?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 8:24 pm
Chris snorted and tugged at his lip a bit bitterly. "Not so nice when she ain't so happy to see you, man. I'd rather be alone than get a shiner right as I fall out, y'know?" He shrugged it off. "She's like that though."
He can't even hear you, right?
He gave an uncertain smile. "Yeah, I did. Shocked the hell out of me though. Her name's Ava. She's a fan of your.. everything apparently."
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