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 Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:28 pm
That a*****e! Otto cringed at the photo Rep had taken; posing so confidently with that pudding. Otto had already gone through most of his sweets stash the last month. Midnight snacks and the like, thanks to stress, had depleted what was left of his chocolate bars, skittles and the like. Besides, he was in the mood for pudding, anyway. Maybe with whip cream on it... and sprinkles... and... God now he was starving. After the agonizingly long work shift was over, Otto burst out from the confines of the room. His fingers were quick to text the redheaded demon of Deus. He wanted that damn pudding and he'd pay good money for it too.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:34 pm
Quote: Text - To Otto In my boudoir. Chez Rep.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:39 pm
"EEWEEEEWWW" Otto visibly cringed in the hallway, wriggling with a shudder. Quote: Text to Rep: EW dont ******** call it that! gross!!!! He typed furiously, changing course to head to Rep's place. He cussed and sputtered profanities on his way there, until he got to the door. His hand raised still for a moment, a small voice asking if this was all really necessary? Pudding. Yes, it was totally necessary. He banged on the door. "Yo! Open up, OLD MAN!" He felt the need to be as rude and arrogant as possible. "Your pudding hoarding days are over!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:50 pm
Rep hadn't bothered to make himself presentable, because it was Otto, instead he was as dishevelled and scruffy as he normally was when he'd spent a day mostly sitting on his a** after getting out of bed. He'd meant to go and train, he had, but instead had ended up mired in a game he'd bought last time he was on leave.
When he answered the door it was in the torn up denims and purple bathrobe he'd been wearing in the picture he'd sent Otto, of course open enough to proudly show his chest hair and missing n****e off to all and sundry.
"Auld?" he crooned, deliberately taking up the doorway. "That's no a nice way to speak to the guy who holds the key to your cravings."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 12:54 pm
Otto stared at the mangled hair chest with a frozen expression of mild discomfort. His eyes eventually drifted up to the disheveled man it belonged to. Otto's eyes were full of scornful envy for the treat he was being denied by a man he was fairy certain was the very image of 'bad folks' his mother warned him of as a child.
"It's the perfect way to speak to a guy who taunted me over my cravings."
He stood up to the man, his chest puffed up in masculine arrogance as he was faced with a guy bigger than him. "Gimme the ********' pudding."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:01 pm
Rep did mar his present imposing image a little by accidentally forgetting to remove the reading glasses he was wearing. He looked over them as he gave Otto a critical stare.
"Naw, naw man that's all wrong. Pretend its Halloween, you need to impress me before you can come in. Be nice."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:03 pm
Otto wondered if those glasses were for show. Was Rep trying to look smart or something?
"I don't do nice." He lied, crossing his arms with a huff. A short moment passed. "Gimme the pudding, please."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:11 pm
"Well done. That's a ******** start." He said smugly. "And oh I don't know man you have a lot of girlfriends for a guy who doesn't do nice." it bared a little more teeth. "And one of them at least doesn't look like they are into bad boys." Maebe had hinted more than once at being more into his vein of kinks than the run of the mill pleasantness.
"But I see how it is, going to be mean to me as always." he waved a hand in dramatic suffering and brought the back of it to his forehead, leaning against the doorframe. "Go in." he said permissively, letting Otto past if he was so inclined.
The room beyond was untidy, it had probably been tidy that morning when Harrison went out for his run, but by now was as if a small central hurricane had swept a pile of duvet, cushions, crisp wrappers and other debris onto the couch in front of a runic laptop which was covered in decal stickers from various games. It sat on a cooling fan.
"It's on the kitchen counter." And it was, where it had been photographed. The kitchen too had probably been clean but now was not. On one of the other counters there was what looked like a mostly scraped cow skull. It still had the eyes, but no eyelids. It had been brought back no doubt contraband to the room to work on in comfort.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:20 pm
"Jealous much?" He raised a brow at Rep's bared teeth. His girfriends always seemed to get brought up. "Once upon a time you had two dudes. Ain't a whole lot different."
Otto rolled his eyes at Rep's dramatics, sliding through the door until he was inside. The mess he was met with shocked him, somehow. Otto had become so familiar with a clean apartment due to his situation; forgetting the state in which his own room used to be. He walked gingerly through, watching every clothing pile carefully; as if something could emerge and grab him at any moment. He didn't feel safe here.
His gaze found the pudding as Rep pointed it out, looking around at the ugly state of the kitchen. "It ain't tainted, is it? Yer kitchen looks kinda grody." He was wondering if he cared or not.
His fingers poked at the pudding container, eyeing Rep cautiously as he slid it toward himself. "Just like that then?" The pudding was his?
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:24 pm
"Grody? Are you one of those pansies that ******** believes in food poisoning? That s**t's just propaganda by the government. Manly stomachs don't care."
He pulled himself up to sit on one of the countertops and kicked his legs like an eager schoolgirl, watching the other man. "Only deal is you have to eat it here." he said.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:28 pm
"Seriously? You ain't never got food poisoning before?" Otto gave the man a scrutinizing glare, digging a spoon into the pudding. Fine, he'd eat it there. That worked fine. He'd make short work of this tasty ******** this is good.." He mumbled with his mouthful, leaning back on the counter as he took the first bite of pudding. Everything he'd imagined was all there. His craving was getting satisfied just right.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:36 pm
"It is, isn't it?" Rep said, still peering over his glasses and looking pleased with himself. The first one was always free, as a general rule. "And naw, I've never had food poisoning." He'd gotten sick, but he refused to believe it was tied in any way towards food hygiene. Real men ate the meat right off the animal and it was fine.
"I'm way too ******** good to you. More than you deserve. Don't your ******** pet bitches look after you?" he leaned an elbow on the counter, giving Otto a look.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:45 pm
"Well excuse me, Mr. Invincible." Otto snarked, taking another bite of the pudding. He tried to look bitter, but the dessert made it difficult to keep a sour face.
"They ain't pets or bitches... and they take care'of me just fine.." Even if one was pissed at him. The other had been home only slightly more frequently. However, she was not around that day, leaving Otto to fend for himself. When left to his own devices, Otto never ate well. At most he might have made a sandwich, but it was usually something easy like toast and honey. Because if given the choice, he preferred to eat sweets. Besides, they were out of lunch meat.
Really, it wasn't if they took care of him. He wasn't doing so well taking care of them. He let them into his home, but the care stopped beyond the occasional gifts. Really, he was likely a piss poor excuse for a boyfriend.
The pudding started to taste like guilt, just like all the other candy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:53 pm
"Excused for now I guess." Rep said in a magnanimous sort of way.
"And they are bitches, all females are. Bitches, whores or virgins. And they don't stay virgins long, none of the good things do." He did find it rather amusing that they apparently took care of him, he had mostly been kidding.
"You don't look well taken care of." he said, and it was pretty ironic given the state Rep himself was in, with shadows under his eyes, slightly tensed with the lurking and lingering pain that had dogged him of late, hair scruffy and wilder even than normal standards.
He pushed the glasses up his nose and said with all the gravity of a scientist dispelling a long held hypothesis. "I thought watching you eat pudding would be less depressing."
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 1:57 pm
"What does it matter to you, anyway?" Otto murmured between bites, digging his spoon around the dwindling pudding. "Whether women have sex or not. What's it matter to you?" This was a can of worms, and he knew it. However, he couldn't just nod it off.
He paused his eating, looking up when Rep told him he didn't look it. His self confidence, weak as it was, dipped a little more. His gaze lowered and he ate a little slower.
"Sorry I ain't exciting to watch." He remarked with a roll of his eyes. "Were you expectin' sparkles and confetti? I'm just eatin' pudding, dude."
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