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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:37 pm
Chance had, unfortunately, not been able to spend his first night in his own mercifully untouched bedroom. Dragged to the infirmary to get his injuries checked over, he spent several hours there and didn't return until the wee hours of the morning, stumbling wearily over a few pieces of debris in the process.
Slipping into his room, Chance leaned back against the door and closed his eyes, exhaling a long, ragged breath. His neck was now wrapped in bandages, as was his torso, one of his wrists, and there were several bruises that had popped up all across his body.
He ran a hand through his hair, checked to see if his telescope was all right, and then collapsed onto his bed.
Five minutes later, he was up again, antsy and restless, Chance exiting his room and padding upstairs to the second floor in his pajamas, a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. It was a chaotic mess up here, glass and drywall littering the floor, and he carefully maneuvered himself around and over things, Chance putting a hand on the wall to steady himself.
He finally reached his destination and reached out, giving a small, soft knock on Otto's door.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:42 pm
Had Otto not been so horribly sore and tired, he'd not have slept. As a knock slowly roused him from a lighter sleep cycle, the worries that ought to have plagued him began to form. He'd made certain Chance and Maebe had been seen to by Life doctors before he'd done much else the night before. However, he was still the one who'd caused them such harm. Were they okay? Would.. they still talk to him? Chance he was sure would, just fine. Maebe was the maybe. Hw winced as he got up, rubbing his chest sorely. His room was still in a small amount of disarray. Cracked window, fallen books and DVDs, and a broken potted plant making a mess of his kitchen. Small stuff he'd get to later. He ambled his way to the door, and opened it to find Chance. "Y'should be restin'." He scolded right off the bat.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:53 pm
Chance rocked back on his heels, waiting to see if Otto was in his room. Maybe he was asleep, or maybe he'd gone to check on Maebe, but he either way, Chance wasn't falling asleep, and he wanted to at least make sure that Otto was all right before he went back.
The door swung open to reveal said person, and Chance gave him an easy smile.
"I did," he said mildly, and then added, "Okay, not really, but I can't sleep."
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:58 pm
Otto shrugged. "Alright, c'mon in." He drawled lazily, yawning as he left the door open for Chance. He walked away, heading for the fridge, lazily stepping over the dirty mess of the potted plant. When exactly did he plan to deal with that? "Want any juice?" He asked idly, rubbing his eye as he opened the fridge.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:30 pm
He stepped in, Chance's eyes taking a sweep of the somewhat less-than-pristine room as he closed the door behind him. "This all looks...well, actually not quite as bad as I thought it would be, which is a good sign, right?"
Chance had followed Otto into the kitchen and leaned against one of the walls, arms loose at his sides.
"Yes, please," he said. "How are you feeling, by the way?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:36 pm
Otto frowned. "Hmm.. not great. I'm worried about Maebe.." He looked up, his gaze fixed on the bandages around Chance's neck. He peeled his gaze away only so he could grab Chance a juicebox and toss it his way.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:39 pm
He caught the juicebox midair, Chance wrapping his fingers around it.
"I thought I saw her when I was getting patched up in the infirmary," he said, breaking off the straw and tapping it against the wall to get the plastic off of it. "They're kind of backed up a bit, though, since there are so many people. It took me hours to get out of there, and even then I was lucky enough to sneak away when one of the techs wasn't looking.
He popped the straw into the box and took a sip.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:59 pm
He wasn't looking forward to seeing the results of what he'd done. He wondered how much Thaw would be able to heal, if Thaw was back... "Did.. do you guys have your weapons again? Can you hear'em?" Otto had his, but still...
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 8:59 pm
Chance gave a little nod, lifting a hand to tap at the side of his head. "They're right here," he said mildly, though he sounded somewhat relieved to be able to say it, and Asher gave a thrum of satisfaction through his thoughts.
He eyed Otto carefully, teeth still around the juicebox straw as he spoke. "Did you at least sleep some?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 5:10 am
Otto nodded. "You know me. Sleep comes easy." Usually. "I was so dead tired after all that s**t I slept a long a** time."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 9:29 am
"Good," said Chance, chewing idly on the juicebox straw. "I wish I could say the same, the infirmary was crowded as ********, so I snuck out and came back to my room, but, well, here we are."
He pushed himself off of the wall and stepped over to Otto, reaching out to absently push a few strands of blonde hair away from his face.
"Anything in here broken beyond repair, or is it all just superficial?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:57 pm
"Mostly superficial." Otto murmured, looking up at Chance, obediently still as the man pushed away his bangs. "The plant is pretty much trash. One of the legs on the nightstand looks cracked. Windows will be a pain to fix. But.. nothing to cry over." Like his drums, or his other personal possessions. Having to replace an entire wardrobe would have been a hassle. "Seein' as I just friggn' renovated.. I'm glad I got what I got." Chance never slept much anyway, but Otto worried he wouldn't heal right if he didn't. But really, what could he do? He hummed absently, sucking some juice out of his straw.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:10 pm
"It could be worse," said Chance agreeably, smoothing his fingers over Otto's forehead. "I'm glad to hear it's not like, you know, something drastic like the bed was destroyed, or your clothes were all torn to shreds or something. And plants are overrated anyway," he added, with a trace of a smirk on his lips.
He crumpled up the juicebox and tossed it into the trash, leaning to press an absent kiss to Otto's temple.
"Mentally, are you doing all right?" he asked, brows raising a little. "I mean, things got pretty crazy back there, what with everyone turning batshit crazy, you getting dragged away by vines, giving up your wish from Death, everything after that..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:25 pm
Otto's gaze fell, nodding, even if the kiss had made his mood a little better. "I'm.. okay." Not great, but okay he supposed. "Everythin' that happened almost doesn't feel real. But rememberin' that it all was.." He took a look at his arm, where the hourglass mark was now gone from his skin. What hurt more was remembering attacking Chance and Maebe. Seeing Maebe curl up defensively even as he kept swinging. Looking into Chance's scared eyes as Otto squeezed the life out of him. Otto shivered. "It sucks." He murmured honestly. "Really.."
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 2:33 pm
"Okay, is better than not okay," said Chance mildly. His eyes followed where Otto's went, down to the arm that no longer bore the little black hourglass. He wasn't sure how Otto felt about it, but Chance himself thought it was somewhat of a relief; maybe it would help ease a few of the nightmares.
"I know," he said simply, and slid his arm around Otto's waist. "I mean, everything is kind of shitty right now, what with half of the dorms ******** up and people in various states of zombie-ism getting all patched up. But as for the whole..." He gestured absently at his bandaged throat. "That wasn't on you, Otto. It's not like you tried to do anything on purpose."
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