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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 10:54 am
Twitter
It took him too long to step up. He'd watched the thread of tweets grow longer and longer, and his face had twisted up at all the complete bullshit being spouted. More than once he'd thrown his phone aside, too fed up with what he was reading. But he couldn't make himself jump in. He watched as Dawson struggled, caught between his own self esteem and the desire to stand up for himself. Chris hesitated.
He battled himself as Chel began to say too much. When her bullshit stepped firmly out of the realm of joking Chel and into some deep set issues with a past they'd both left behind. He wanted to protect Dawson from that knife's edge, but he and Chel were a team. They had each other's backs and nothing or no one got between that. As far as he'd always been concerned, nothing was more important that presenting a united front to the rest of the world. No matter what went down, they were in it together.
Somewhere along the way, though, Dawson had begun to matter enough to weasel his way in.
Chris gripped his phone, white-knuckled, as he finally cut in to tell Chel to back off. They didn't do this. Not in public, not airing their weaknesses out to the world. Disagreements and fights were solved with fists and weapons - quick, dirty, and private. Doing it through text, ******** doing it through anything written, felt like holding an unfair advantage over Chel's head.
He was compelled to do it for Dawson anyways.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 2:16 pm
Tattoo prep
Pod duty always left Chris with tons of empty time to mess around on his phone. Signal was awful and spotty, and pages took minutes to load at times, but he'd sit staring at a load screen for hours rather than try lasting a few minutes staring at the wall.
He tapped his fingers against the desk as he scrolled through pages of pictures. He'd already taken the day off next week to go get tattoo'd with Dawson, and he was beyond excited for it. His last tattoo had been sort of an emotional impulse and still felt like a raw memory when he looked at it, but this was different.
"Shut up," he muttered, bookmarking another dark tattoo.
Ava snorted, which he hated. It was like someone snorting so close to his ear he could feel it. Which, he supposed Ava was as close to his ear as anyone could be.
he denied, even as his ears went bright pink.
bulging sack waiting for you? I'll bet he does, big guy like him.>
Chris groaned and buried his head in his arms, abandoning his phone for the moment. He could feel his entire face go hot and embarrassed, but it wasn't really a bad feeling. He maybeprobablydefinitely still had those texts locked. It was for blackmail, that was all.
He picked his phone back up with a thunderous expression, scrolling through tattoo designs with a new focus. It was completely ******** normal. It's not like he had feelings or some bullshit like Ava was implying. He just had a healthy relationship with another dude. A healthy platonic relationship. So what if he liked talking to Dawson every day? Or worried about him? That was normal.
Chris went quiet, focusing on the thousands of different lion designs on his screen and nothing else. He didn't want to think too hard about what it meant that he'd turn on Chel like that for someone else's sake. Maybe it didn't even have to mean anything.
"I like this one," he mumbled quietly, an indirect plea for reprieve. The lion on his screen was vibrant blue, by far the most colorful design he'd looked at so far.
Ava was quiet for a second before giving a rumble of approval.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:21 pm
InquiriesChris paced his room, phone clutched tight in his hand. He'd already done push ups, pull ups, and any other kind of up he could do with the available surfaces in the tiny space. He wasn't sure if he was psyching himself up or wearing himself down.
It shouldn't have been so hard to pull up a stupid app, but it was. Even once his twitter feed opened it took him another three tries to type out a vague message.
@lionstho: so uh. can i ask you a question?
Two ******** hours. It took two hours for a response, and Chris hadn't even asked the real questions yet. He couldn't sit still, and he couldn't focus on paperwork, so he ran. Just until his lungs burned as much as his muscles. Thankfully by then she'd apparently deemed him worthy of a reply. Unfortunately not the one he wanted.
@IAmMegaGay: no.
@lionstho: bruh.
@IAmMegaGay: im stil mad @ u. Wat do u wan
He hesitated for a second. It had been bothering him since he conversation with Ava, but he didn't really know how to ask. If anyone would accept him regardless, it was Chel, but that hardly made it easier.
@lionstho: i know but you'll get over it. how'd you know you were bi?
His heart thumped in his chest. There's no way Chel wouldn't know exactly why he was asking. He thought about them sitting on the beach, and her telling him he had to be at least a little gay. How the ******** had she known?
@IAmMegaGay: i lookd @ tits n went yaaaaaaa
He snorted at his phone. That seemed too simple, and he told her as much. It would have made him feel better if she'd been at least half as confused as he felt right now, but he supposed that wasn't really Chel's style.
He made a face at his ceiling. Ava was right way too often lately. It was super uncool.
He kept talking to Chel, trying to let her assurances sink in, but dropped his phone on his bed when she asked who it was. He wasn't ready to go that far. Admitting it to himself and to Ava already felt like too much, like he needed to crawl out of his own skin just to breathe.
He checked the time and sighed. It was late, but he wasn't going to be able to sleep with his brain going a hundred miles per hour. He rolled out of bed and into fresh work out clothes. He'd just... go for a quick run. Maybe do a whole routine if he didn't fall asleep.
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