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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 8:29 pm
Christmas was over, New Year's was over, everything was over, including Chance's birthday, which he'd both forgotten about and didn't really celebrate anyway. He'd spent the day relaxing in his room with a good book and a bottle of whiskey, which had been rather pleasant, he'd thought.
Now he was sitting in the hallway outside of his room, a water bottle propped beside him and a sketch pad in his lap as he absently doodled. There wasn't anything in particular he was drawing - a face here, a landscape there, the occasional tree or bush - but he'd already used up his mental capacity for the day, it seemed, and now Chance was just plain bored.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, scrolling down a few names until he saw one that might be interesting.Seussi Text to Finn:what are you up to
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:26 pm
Finn was up to a whole fat lot of nothing beyond cleaning up his room, which was already beginning to acquire that faint hint of cigarette smoke in the air, a fact that he was annoyed enough with that he was washing down the walls with bleach water, despite the fact that it was, of course, him that smoked most often in his own bedroom. When his phone buzzed, he nearly ignored it in favor of more vigorous scrubbing, but the more he tried to ignore it, the more it niggled at him that he should go and have a look, on the off chance that it might actually be important. Grabbing up his phone, he glanced down at it, only to note that it wasn't actually important at all...except that he had been meaning to get ahold of Chance for at least a few days now, maybe even more. And for that reason alone, he tapped in a quick reply. kuuropii Text to Chance: Getting ready for company. I'll have a drink prepared for when you arrive.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:44 pm
Chance was in the middle of sketching out a quick drawing of the underwater pod room from memory as best as he could when his phone beeped again. Setting down his pencil, he reached over and slid a thumb up the screen to view the text message, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
There wasn't a return text; really, there was no need for one. Chance pushed himself to his feet with his sketchbook tucked under his arm, and padded down the hallway towards the staircase, taking it up to the second level where the higher ranked hunters made their livings. Finn was up here now, since he'd been promoted, a fact that Chance had only heard by accident, really, when he'd been doing paperwork in the infirmary. He thought maybe he should have changed, instead of wearing what could have passed as pajamas - a loose, off-the-shoulder white shirt over a black tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans that were less denim and more some stretchy fabric that was a lot more comfortable - but that would have taken too much effort, and Chance hardly cared.
It took him a few minutes to reach the right room, and when he did, a light knock was tapped on the door.
"Room service," came the deadpan call.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 1:28 pm
It hadn't really occurred to Finn to let the other man know that he had moved up to a full hunters room until after his text had been sent. He had, momentarily, thought about sending another, but decided against it, having faith in Chance's ability to figure things out, if he didn't already somehow know (as Finn was sure the grapevine and rumor mill worked quickly on Deus anyways). Finishing up what he was doing, he went into his bathroom and poured the bleach water down the drain before moving back to the main living/sleeping/kitchen area of his room, the bucket and rags going back under the sink. He didn't really have any proper furniture yet, and while his current room was much more spacious than his last, the queen sized bed certainly took up a lot of that room, though it was pushed up against one corner, the tv stand and tv with it's gaming systems set up on the wall and corner directly across, while the small but usable kitchenette took up the remaining wall. Moving to one of the high cupboards, he pulled it open and took out a bottle of whiskey, a promotion gift from one of his friends, and two tumbler glasses, before setting those down on the counter top and filling them up. And then it was just a matter of waiting for his guest to arrive. The knock with it's deadpan call was met with a smirk, one that still adorned Finn's face as he opened the door to look at the man in the hallway. "Well this is disappointing. I thought I'd ordered a strippergram." He moved to the side, sweeping a hand out as an invitation for Chance to enter. "Sorry there aren't really any places to sit yet." He said, while moving over to the drinks, picking them up, and offering one over. "Feel free to make yourself at home on the bed."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 2:46 pm
"Well, if that's really what you want, I'm sure we can arrange something," came Chance's answer as the door was opened, Finn's smirk met with a lazy smile. "I mean, I'm already in casual clothes, guess I could make things a little more casual."
The interior of the new room was much larger, and Chance gave it a curious once over as he stepped inside, glancing this way and that. He hadn't yet had a chance to see an upgraded room; they were certainly much more adequate than the college dorm-esque feel of the trainee ones. At least here there was a small kitchen kind of area to store things.
"Nice place," said Chance appreciatively, and reached out to accept the drink, lifting it towards Finn in a small toast before taking a sip. "Glad to see you're moving on up here."
He meandered over to the bed and sat down; since he hadn't actually put on shoes before coming over, he didn't feel too bad about pulling his feet up beneath him and getting comfortable. Chance curled his free arm around his waist and took another swallow.
"So. How have you been?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 10:36 pm
"You know, if it was anybody else I would think they were joking, but since it's you, I believe I know better. Don't tempt me." His smirk widened. "I don't need to get in trouble with the Mrs." Of course, he meant Ripley, and as Chance was one of the very few who knew about that arrangement between he and Finn, he assumed the other man would figure it out. Finn took a long sip of his own drink, enjoying the pleasant warmth that spread through his chest as it made it's way down, before he answered. "What, no "god save us all?"." He joked, moving over to the bed as well and sitting down near the end of it, bringing his own feet up so that he could turn and face Chance better. "Obviously I've been ******** fantastic, as usual." He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "Thank you for the Christmas presents, by the way." He tacked on, before continuing. "And you? I hear a happy belated birthday is in order."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:37 am
Chance just smiled as innocently as ever - which for him was only about half innocent. "Well, my door's always open if you change your mind," he said lightly, teasingly, but he knew as well as Finn did that a certain white haired hunter played into the equation, and that relationship in and of itself was very interesting to Chance.
"Yes, help us all now that Finn Connor is stronger than he was before," Chance deadpanned as the man in question sat down. "Heaven help anyone who gets in his way, we'll have to send all the new trainees in the opposite direction so you don't skewer them."
He took another drink and smiled. "You're welcome. Holidays were what they were, but I figured it'd be nice to show some good ole' fashioned kindness with a few gifts."
That, and he'd just thought it would be nice. Chance shifted a little, absently tugging at his shirt.
"What?" he said, momentarily taken aback, and then he let out a small laugh. "Oh. That. To be fair, I kind of forgot about it myself, but I appreciate the sentiments all the same."
He toasted Finn again before taking a sip.
"I was never really good at birthdays."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:04 pm
Chance really didn't need to tease or make light jokes about time they could potentially spend together if not for the fact that they were currently in Finn's room. The moon hunter was well aware that it could be taken as seriously as he wanted it to be, and that Chance would likely not protest...a fact that he rather enjoyed about the other man, actually. Things weren't messy between them, and he didn't feel like they ever could be, just like things weren't really messy with Ripley. Yet, at least. Hopefully not ever. While his gaze was it's usual, cold and intense, a smile curled up at his lips that almost looked smoldering. "I'll keep that in mind." Possibly for later, or possibly not. Decisions on how he would spend his evening didn't need to be made for right that second. "Ha ha. Hilarious as always, Bones." He mocked, taking another drink from his glass. "Show a little respect for your superior." Like Finn actually cared, or expected anybody to listen to him now just because he had some color added to his jacket. He considered Chance for a moment, what he had to say about the Holiday's, and then his birthday shortly afterwards. "And I've never really been very good at Christmas." He said, with a faint note of distaste. "Or my own birthday, but I do enjoy celebrating others." Another drink was taken, before he leaned over to set his glass down on the floor. Then, he reached his hand under the bed to pull out a black wrapped box, which he promptly brought up to hand over towards Chance. "So, here's to surviving to be twenty-three." Because if he was going to know Chance's birthday, he was also going to know his birth year, which happened to be the same as Finn's. Inside of the box, once unwrapped, Chance would find a very amusing (to Finn) shirt folded up inside.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:41 pm
Finn was right, Chance wouldn't protest in the slightest, should Finn choose to take another nighttime stroll over to the trainee hallway for the evening. Things were as casual as they ever were between them, and Chance was...well, Chance.
Finn's smirk was met with a level gaze of his own, eyes narrowing in amusement, though Chance didn't reply, merely gave a small nod. He went back to sipping his drink after a minute, smiling against the rim of his glass and then giving a little snort.
"Yes, thank you," he said lightly, waving his free hand. "I'm just a myriad of fun over here, a plethora of entertainment just for your sake. Forgive me for my sass and my disrespect, Teacher Finn, I'll make sure to bring you an apple next time to make up for my lack of respect for your superiorness."
This sort of casual, fun banter was the sort of thing that Chance found relaxing. He took another swallow and blinked in surprise at the offered box, tilting his head slightly. For a moment he almost seemed confused as to what was happening; but then, like a lightbulb dawning in his brain, he gave a little nod of understanding. Chance leaned down, set his glass beside the bed for the moment, and tugged at the wrapping on the box.
"Thanks," he said, lifting the lid. His fingers touched something soft, and he pulled out the shirt with a look of growing amusement on his face. After a second or two of squinting at the text printed across the front, a burst of laughter escaped from his throat, Chance dropping his hands down.
"What the ******** - this is amazing."
Amazing and endlessly hilarious. Chance shook his head, still laughing. "Jeez. It's a great shirt, that's for sure. And so appropriate for here, I definitely approve, thanks man."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 6:12 pm
Finn actually cringed a little, grimacing slightly as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his hoodies pocket. "Teacher." He muttered with distaste, shaking his head. "Makes me feel like I'm so much older than you." When, in fact, they were the same age, Finn's birthday only a month before Chance's. "And so much more responsible as well. Mind you, if it actually means I'm allowed to deal out a little punishment here and there...." Another smirk, and a cigarette was brought up to his lips, pulling out a lighter to light it up with a long inhale. "Especially for sass. Keep it up and I'll give you detention." He spoke around the paper rolled tobacco that was poking out, smoke curling up into the air from between his lips. While he waited for Chance to open his gift, he leaned down to retrieve his glass of whiskey, taking equal amounts of sips to puffs on his cigarette, reveling in each of his vices. But even so, he wanted to see Chance's face when the gift inside was revealed, so he watched the other man carefully, unitl he pulled the t-shirt out of the box. The amusement and laughter was worth it. He hadn't been sure Chance would appreciate it, but he had certainly hoped so. He grinned from around his cigarette, taking it out to exhale before speaking. "Glad you like it. But since I wasn't sure, I might have gotten you a few other things." The t-shirt, actually, had been meant as a gag anyways, while the other gifts were of the more serious sort. It didn't mean much to Finn, who just genuinely liked to celebrate birthdays, even when the other party wasn't so interested.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 8:16 pm
"Would you prefer mentor Finn?" Chance deadpanned, and then shook his head, laughing. His tone shifted to a more melodramatic, grandiose one, just to be obnoxious. "Nah, you're just good ole' fantastically sarcastic, endlessly blunt without being terrible, and really damn hot Finn Connor."
And if you're gonna give me detention, then make sure I get stuck in there with someone interesting," he added, smirking across the bed at him.
The smell of smoke filled the air, which didn't bother him, even if Chance didn't smoke. He was still looking at the shirt with a great deal of amusement, and would have actually put it on right then and there, had it not been for hearing the rest of what Finn was saying.
Chance lifted his head, brows drawing together.
"Wait, seriously?" He blinked, looking slightly surprised and confused all at once. "You got me more than this?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:08 pm
"How about just calling me 'god yes just like that'?" He grinned, barking out a short laugh himself as Chance went on with a much more apt title, giving his head a small shake. "Okay, fine, I'll accept that as well, I guess." Of course, it helped to be called really damn hot. As for ******** that, I'll find the most obnoxious person on island for you to share that time with. Ever met a woman with pink hair named Chel?" He asked, clearly still slightly miffed with her after their last confrontation, despite her attempts at winning him back with ridiculously awesome gifts.
He let the little tidbit about more gifts set in, though in reality the real gift was actually just one thing...though it was a thing that Finn really hoped was not a piece of junk as he had actually put a little bit of research into what he was buying.
"Ya. It's under the bed. Didn't get a chance to wrap it though." Chance. Right. Always felt weird to say that now.
"Go ahead and have a look." He smiled, and waited.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:34 pm
"I thought I already called you that," Chance replied, smirking over at Finn. "At least once or twice, if memory serves me correctly."
He reached down beside the bed again to pick up the drink he'd left there, bringing it to his lips and taking a large swallow of it. Chance wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and then set the glass back on the floor, eyebrows raised in mild curiosity.
"The name isn't familiar," he said, tapping a black-painted finger against his jaw. "The only pink-haired hunter I've met so far was named Peyton - but thanks for the warning, at least," Chance added with a laugh. "I assume she's done something to get on your bad side, if your idea of a shitty detention is to stick me in the room with her."
Chance still had no idea how to process the whole gift thing except to stare at Finn with a look of curiosity and mingled scrutinizing, because he couldn't quite figure out why on earth he was getting another gift. A snort escaped him, however, at the chance, and he slid his legs over the side of the bed, dropping down to his knees easily beside it.
"Oh, a box, just what I always wanted," said Chance, eyes twinkling in amusement as he pulled it out; except it was heavier than he'd thought, and the humor left his face and was replaced with wide-eyed confusion as he flipped open the flaps to see what was inside.
"Holy s**t."
It was beautiful, was the first thing that came to his mind. Chance reached a hand down, pressing it against the side of the telescope, and then he looked up at Finn, some of the color rising in his face; not out of embarrassment, or sheepishness, but out of excitement.
"Finn, this is ******** amazing, holy s**t, man."
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 9:51 pm
"Perhaps I am just saying there is no reason to stop." He grinned more, but realized this was bordering on dangerous territory for him, especially considering he was currently in an out of bounds zone for messing around with other people. Sigh. Details. "Peyton." He repeated the name, nose wrinkling slightly. "I don't quite know what to think of her. I want to have a problem with her, I do, but....so far, she's done nothing to make me have one." He shrugged his shoulders, all too aware of Jack's little, or perhaps not so little, feud with the sun hunter. "No, Chel is far, far worse than Peyton, I would have to say. You'd be better off not knowing her." He smiled, typically cold, before finding his drink and taking a long sip, in between drags on his cigarette. "Smart a**." Finn muttered, in a rather good natured way, as he finished off the last of his drink and butted out his cigarette in an empty whiskey bottle sitting on the nightstand off to the side of his bed. But he knew all he had to do was wait for Chance to open it. In fact, he sat up and scooted closer just so he could see the other mans face. " You're ******** welcome, though you could thank Ripley too. He chipped in~" Because the other man had needed to, really. Finn would not have been able to afford this piece of equipment all on his own. "But anyways, I take it it's okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:48 am
Chance just smiled, brows arched. "Well, Finn Connor, you know my door is always open to you," he said mildly. "And you already know how much trouble I have sleeping."
But he also did know about Finn's little arrangement as well, and as much as it fascinated him, he wasn't about to push the other man into something he didn't want - or rather, something that would complicate things, since complications were unpleasant and messy. The offer, however, remained there anyway, and Chance idly rubbed a finger along his brow.
"She seemed all right when I met her," he said thoughtfully. "Though granted, I only talked to her for about twenty minutes during our spar. That's good to know about Chel, though," Chance added musingly, curiosity in his eyes as he lanced back over at Finn. "If you ever feel so inclined as to tell me the story behind that, I'm game."
His attention, however, was much more focused on the telescope. "Shut up, ********," was the only reply to "smart a**," and Chance's eyes were lit with an enthusiasm rarely seen and only reserved for the kind of thing that truly interested him - the cosmos. The part of him that cared so little about people in general was oddly diminished in lieu of his wide-eyed fascination with the telescope.
"I'll call him up to say thanks in a bit," said Chance, almost breathlessly. He looked up at Finn and grinned, boyish in his excitement. "It's ******** magical, Finn, I could ******** kiss you and Ripley for this, seriously. I never had one of these before, but I used to go to the library and use theirs whenever I could."
He wanted to take it out and set it up right then and there, but that would have been pointless, since it would be better in his room.
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