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 Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 3:57 pm
Harley had, of course, shed all of her outer clothing upon entering his room. Horace barely blinked - he was used to it - instead making some comment on her colors of choice today. In deference to the third person coming, Horace only went shirtless. He threw a book at her. "Hattie, if you turn to page 233, that has the raunchiest[ s**t I've found in the library thus far," he grinned and went back to poking around in his dresser. "D'you wanna play a board game when Oliver gets here? I bought some off another hunter." He deposited the games on his bed and fidgets with the loops on his cargo pants. He was always a little nervous when people came to visit her room - it was small and kind of dingy, no matter how much he spruced it up. enoh love shitty starter meh, i vote either strip boardgame or truth or dare because it'd make oliver flustered
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 6:50 pm
Harley had indeed stripped down to her underwear the moment she was in Horace's room. But because she was in Horace's room, she at least took the two seconds to fold her skirt and tanktop and to set them aside where they would be out of the way. She had puffed with pride at the comment, because her colours today were purple - and not by coincidence.
Harley was a terrible adopted sister.
"Ow! My GOD you are so rude!" The girl made a show of being completely put out by flying books, which likely would have had more effect had she not been thumbing the pages to find 233. Before she could start to read it though, she was distracted by the games being dumped on his bed, which meant she was prancing her way over to lean against him, peering at the boxes.
"Heck yeah! All the games! And truth or dare!" She cheered, then held the book out to him, open to page 233 as ordered. "Read it to me?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 7:28 pm
Despite now having several people he could call 'friend' on the island, Oliver was still nervous when he was invited to hang out during his down time. It was slightly more frightening knowing it was time spent in the basement. Milo had shown him around a bit when he first arrived on the island, but other than that he had barely set foot in the gloomy, dungeon atmosphere. When he did finally show up he was wearing a dinosaur hoodie in addition to his jacket as though anticipating a Canadian winter in Horace's room. In one hand was his black notebook, in the other, a bag of candy. "Um, I brought-" Oliver choked slightly as he peeked in… and realized Harley was once again wearing nothing. Or at least close enough to nothing. The notebook slipped through his fingers, and he hastily stooped to pick it up. It was a good excuse to hide the blush on his cheeks.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 12:49 pm
"You put up with me, rude or not, Hattiecat." He grinned. "Though maybe we should save the smut reading so that Oliver can appreciate it." Horace doubted the boy would. If anything, he would turn as red as a tomato and cover his ears. Horace would like to see Oliver with a girlfriend or a boyfriend because he was undeniably sweet and to Horace, romance was something everyone deserved. The door opened and there he was. "Speak of the devil. Hi Oliver." And then he dropped his notebook and blushed. Horace could see ift faintly before he ducked down. "What'd you bring? And, uh, why are you wearing so many coats?" Horace blinked, but spoke casually, as if it were entirely normal for Harley to be in her underwear. (It was normal.)
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 7:33 pm
"You're right, I'm clearly broken." Harley wrinkled her nose at his very accurate observation, but she couldn't make it last; she laughed instead, and shook her head. "I don't think he'll appreciate it like we do." Though she did think it was a good idea, mostly because it would be fun, and partially because she really wanted him to read it for her.
"Ollie!" Harley cheered after the initial startle at his entrance, almost immediately abandoning Horace's book in favour of sliding over to her shorter friend. "Glad you could make it, buddy! Good god that hoody is cute! C'mere!" Reaching out she grabbed his upper arms, pulling him in for a hug without an ounce of concern over the state of her dress - or lack thereof.
"Oo! whassat?" She let go of him with one arm, pointing down at the bag he held.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:16 pm
Oliver stood up and clutched the book to his chest. "Um... I, uh... brought... ah..." Rather than continue to stammer out illogical sentences, the boy held out the large bag of candy. It was clear like those bulk food store bags, and contained an assortment of lollipops, hard candies, and other individually-wrapped sugary morsels. It seemed a little like overkill, since Oliver could probably cure the entire island of low glucose levels with the candy already stashed in his coat pockets. He was about to hand it off to Hattie when she wrapped her arms around him. "I-um.... I'm only uh, wearing one coat..." he muttered, still looking incredibly flustered. Clearly the comments on his apparel were easier to process than the nearly naked girl he should have been used to by now. Finally he gave Harley the bag. "H-here, candy."
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:16 am
Horace felt the stirrings of pity for poor Oliver. "Hattie, you better let go before he gets a horrible nosebleed." He snorted and snapped her bra strap lightly. (Not hard, because even Horace feared her wratch.) "C'mon, Oliver. We were just about to play a game."
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 10:32 am
"Ow!" She whined as her strap was snapped, but all it really did was make her hold onto Oliver tighter than she had been before. "That's so mean!" It was hard to tell if she was serious, between her mock-hurt voice and the amused little giggles that followed. "Aww, if Ollie didn't want hugs, he'd tell me!" Since all he did was stand there like a stuttering gargoyle, she simply continued to hold onto him.
Until, of course:
"Candy!" Harley parroted with glee, releasing her hold on the poor boy to instead snatch up the offered bag. "You're the best!" The spoils were hoisted off to Horace's bed, where she flopped to sit on the edge, where there was a vaguely her-shaped spot on the bed anyway, surrounded by the games in question.
"Which game are we playing?" The question was distracted at best as she sorted through the plastic bag on her crossed knees. A red lollipop was fished out, opened, and stuffed into her mouth.
"Twister?" She suggested innocently, complete with an attempt at batting her blue eyes. Now she really was aiming to mess with Oliver.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 12:13 pm
Oliver followed Harley to the bed, but instead of sitting on it, he hovered awkwardly around it for a couple seconds. It took him a minute to realize the best place to put himself was next to Harley, near the foot of the bed. Although he was comfortable enough in his coat and scarf, it gave off the impression he was incapable of settling completely. The boy shyly leaned past Harley and picked another lollipop out of the bag, but for the moment it was merely something for his hands to fidget with. "I've never played Twister before," Oliver replied with a more genuine innocence. Although he knew what the game was, at it's most basic level, he really didn't KNOW what it was. And exactly what it entailed. Not even the internet he had once frequented had forewarned him against Harley's suggestion, he had been too focused on games of a different sort.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 6:18 am
"Oh my god," he groaned dramatically. "Leave some room for me, you hogs." Horace shoved his way between the two other hunters to reclaim his spot on his bed. His elbow may or may not have been especially sharp during this procedure, but eventually, he was nestled along the wall. "Sadly, I do not own Twister. So our options are...." He looked over at the stack of games, his shift causing one of them to tumble onto the floor. Okay, not playing that one. Horace supposed he was lucky - it had been Monopoly and honestly, that game destroyed more friendships than built. He shifted again, managing to poke his toe into Hattie's hip. He bunched up a pillow around his back. Ah, better. "Let's play Truth or Dare! I'll even let you go first, Hattie. Age before beauty and all that."
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 9:09 pm
Oliver had never played twister before? Of course he hadn't.
Before she could tease him about it and promise that the game was super fun and not embarrassing at all, Horace was muscling his way onto the bed. She held her ground for as long as she could, but in the end she was no match for that fne a** and those pointy elbows. Her distress at the hostile take over of the space between her and Oliver was noted in the form of a long whine, punctuated here and there as the war cost her comfort due to elbows, but as it settled down, so she she.
"Boo." She pouted next, making a note to buy him twister so they could play. Horace would be good at it, she decided to herself, without his input.
"What!" Came her next shrill shriek, pitched in dismay as he called her old and ugly. "Don't make me come over there, Smutbot!" She threatened, balling a hand into a fist to wave it at him. Still she saw an opportunity in going first at truth or dare, and she settled into a thoughtful pose, stroking an imaginary beard.
"But I accept your humble offering, little beauty! Hrrmmrmrmrm...Ollie! Truth or Dare!" She pointed at the smallest Hunter in the room, trying to make it as dramatic as possible despite how close they were.
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