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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 7:06 pm
Quote: Text to Steve Rogers: chel done kickn ur a** yet Quote: Text to Steve Rogers: she better have left me somethin t oroast sharing is caring Quote: Text to Steve Rogers: how about now Quote: Text to Steve Rogers: dont answer if u suck d**k Quote: Text to Steve Rogers: i will start searchn for ur ******** a** if u dont check in n u dont want me getn angry right now chris so help me
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:27 pm
It took a while to get Chel off his back, and even after that he'd stopped by his room and been accosted by Lydia for a while. Everyone was clawing for his attention and he didn't know how to manage all of it.
How had the real one ever fooled himself into believing he was alone?
Even when he wasn't fielding questions from the women in his life, his phone was pinging regularly with texts from Dawson, more and more aggressive as time went by. Dawson was very important to Chris, so it became pressing that he finally checked in.
He took a trip down to the basement (dank, dark, gross), and stopped in a familiar spot. Quote: Text to Bucky Barnes: open ur door.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:32 pm
There was a small rustle within before Dawson stomped over and pulled the door open. Immediately he grabbed Chri by the collar of his shirt and glared at him. Dawson glanced him over, narrowed his eyes, and greeted him with a growled, "Chel went easy on ya, didn' she."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:33 pm
He made a small noise as he was dragged forward, but gave an easy grin. "Why? Do you think I'm still pretty?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:38 pm
"Lil' too pretty, ya damn sassbucket."
He glared at Chris some more, feeling more than just a little tinged that his bro had to be out the one week he really could have used some support and advice, and then it lessened. Grumbling something under his breath, Dawson let him go and resolved to just push Chris as his revenge. He could be mad, but he couldn't stay mad, not this time; it wasn't Chris' fault he had work. Although much like Chel, Dawson still was peeved about the lack of messages, reasons be damned.
"You got a free day today?" he asked, turning to go put his hat back on. "'Cause I already got our itinerary fer how yer gonna pay me back for makin' me worry so damn much."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:45 pm
"I don't got much of a choice in the matter," he observed, watching Dawson get ready. Why did the real him hold back so much with Dawson? It had been two minutes and already he could tell how much the other man cared about him. He was just as vocal as Chel, just as willing to step up and drown him in worry.
The only emotion he knew to associate with that was love. He wanted to take all that for his own and bottle it up.
"Paperwork's done, Chel's... not happy, but placated. So I'm free to be your arm candy as long as you want me. What'd you have in mind?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 9:01 pm
"Damn straight you don't." Dawson snorted as he put on his hat, padded his back pocket for his wallet, and then headed back to Chris.
"So," he said as he locked the door behind him and knocked Chris' hat askew just for the hell of it as he walked past, "we gonna go get those damn tats we been talkin' about fer months now, first off. Yer payin' fer 'em, 'course, since yer such a nice bro like that, huh? Afterwards, we gonna get a bite t'eat, also on yer bill." He slapped his stomach and grinned mischievously. "N' I'm thinkin' deserts n' nice booze gonna be on the menu too."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 9:09 pm
Chris eyed Daws's hat, clearly judgemental. Not that he had much room to criticize. He righted his own hat with an amused huff and skipped down the hall to catch up.
He had to actively think to figure out what the hell he meant by tats. It finally clicked and he silently made an 'oh' face behind his back. "Wasn't sure you still wanted to get them. Matchy tats kind of brands you as mine forever, man. Not that I'm complainin'," he turned to walk backwards so he could face Daws. "I'm gonna be broke as s**t after this. You're not a very cheap date."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 9:17 pm
He barked a laugh and elbowed Chris. "Matching tats is a bro thing, man," he replied. "'Sides, you cain' own alla this," he gestured to himself before pushing the stairwell door open. "I got several different zipcodes, bruh. You definitely ain' gettin' nothin' f'you complainin' 'bout buyin' nice things fer me, s**t!"
He felt he deserved something nice after everything that had happened.
"'Sides, I need it, y'know? The tat I mean." He pushed open the next door as well, scratching his chest over the spot he planned to get marked. "S'a good reminder. Lionheart."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 8:40 am
He gave a smug little smile. "That's what you think, but I'm pretty sure I got all your zipcodes wrapped around my finger, bro," he lifted his pinky and wiggled it, as if that proved his point.
He pursed his lips and thought about the tattoo the real one had been planning on. It was vibrant, cheerful. Opposite of everything he'd been feeling lately. But he supposed that meant it was a reminder of hope. Chris liked that, because they actually had hope now. Of getting off the island. Being normal.
"Yeah man, I get it. I said I wasn't going to complain about brandin' you," he elbowed him with a grin. "I need it too."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 9:09 am
Dawson snorted again. "Well aren't you a smug lil' b*****d," he noted with a grin back, the anger slowly dissipating. Chris was a silver lining after a series of shitty events, no matter how much he gave the guy a hard time. Dawson clasped his shoulder. "I missed ya, man. Really. S'good to have you back."
Past the portal was the usual back end of a distantly noisy city. Dawson led him a few blocks, forcing the late lunch crowd until they saw the parlor up ahead. "Kinda miss havin' the noises," he commented as he opened the door and let Chris in first like a gentleman. All the best for the walking wallet.
The inside was thematically black and red, the floor tiled and the walls white; probably the reason the place was called As It Suites You. Various tattoo designs were framed along the walls, along with a large family photo that Dawson purposefully avoided looking at. The tan woman that would be attending them had lean tatto-sleeved arms, stringy blond hair tied back, and a smoke-rasp voice that wouldn't have been out of place at a jazz bar. Either intimidated or attracted, Dawson ended up fumbling for his wallet to produced the folded up photo of the tattoo he wanted.
"On his dollar 'cuz he a gentleman," he added with a nod to Chris.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 4:47 pm
"I'm anything but little," Chris said, raising his eyebrows. His expression melted into something a little less smug, something a little more confused, but warm. "Yeah, uh. S'good to be back."
Chris found that he didn't really like the noises. They weren't unbearable, but there was a lot to pay attention to everything became a dull roar that he couldn't quite distinguish. He sighed in relief when the door sealed behind them and the relative quiet of the shop surrounded him. "I could do without."
The parlor was comforting in comparison. It wasn't so much the design - that was honestly a cheesy trick, really. But the clean smell of disinfectant felt familiar, and the buzz of the tattoo guns in the back room working away got under his skin and vibrated right to his bones in an almost soothing way. He hadn't felt this in person, but he could understand why he would find this enjoyable.
"Damn right I am," he said, nodding. "Only the best for you, dear." He pulled up his own design on his phone and they started the short but detailed process of contracts necessary to allow a stranger to stick a needle in your body over and over a few hundred times per minute. Sign here, initial 6 times on this page, sign here, sign there, pay an incredible amount of money here.
He was exhausted by his own name by the end of it. "I hope you're ready for this man. If you pass out on me I'm holding it over your head for the rest of our lives."
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 7:47 pm
Dawson blew a raspberry at him like an adult as he was seated. "Not my first rodeo, bro."
Thus was Chris treated to the sight of a shirtless Dawson making another face as the tatooer reminded him, through gentle arguing, that she did have to shave that area of the chest to start the process. And he had just grown it back too. Was fate conspiring against him and his displays of manliness?? Although he supposed to trade it off for a lion tattoo was something of an equivalent exchange...
At least it didn't hurt as much as his first one. Maybe it was just an increased pain tolerance from much worse injuries, maybe it was just plain old weapon bond side effects; the woman certainly seemed to frown a bit as she pressed the needle to his skin harder. But eventually Dawson's session finished, and a proud new piece of art was his own to show off.
"Now people got somethin' else t'talk 'bout other than my gut n' my moobs," he snickered as he pulled his shirt back on, too lazy to button the flannel up all the way.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 8:09 pm
"Your gut's cute," Chris said simply as he pulled his own shirt off. Chris clearly had no gut to be worried about. He flexed almost out of habit. Or because he was an a*****e. Both were likely. He didn't have to shave, unlike Dawson, and the artist seemed almost relieved.
Manscaping Dawson.
If the artist had been concerned about Dawson's healing, she was completely confused by Chris's. He hadn't realized that without a weapon he'd still heal like this. Better than the other one had, even. He prayed Dawson didn't pay attention. That the woman didn't say anything. He hoped that his nervous, white knuckled grip on the table looked enough like a pained grip that it would pass by unnoticed.
The end result, just a couple hours later, was a detailed and vibrant blue and yellow lion over his heart. Oddly enough, he genuinely liked it.
"Whatcha think?" he asked, turning the the full length mirror by the seat to examine it. His other tattoo twirled its smokey tendrils down his right arm, a contrast to the intended happy memories of the new one. He lifted his arms and flexed. "How can you stand to be around my handsomeness all the time, man?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 8:52 pm
Cute? Had Chris hit his head or something on that mission? Maybe he needed to be shaken some more to correct it.
"Shoo, you really wanna be a dumbass musclehead in fronta this angel what painted over yer ugly?" Dawson snorted later, comparing their matching tattoos with a critical eye. After scratching his bristled chin thoughtfully, he cleared his throat with great importance. "Bruh, I win this who wore it best thing hands down." Partially shaved chest and all. "Good thing you used t'losin' t'me in this category, hah!"
He slapped Chris on the back with a laugh and then added a generous tip to their artist for being patient enough to deal with both dumbasses at the same time--and because he didn't have to worry about money this time. Dawson continued to admire their tattoos for a little longer in earnest; both of them could have something with good memories to look at for once. That, and the lion's mane seemed to segue and intertwine with his previous rose and thorn one, and he was exceedingly pleased for it.
"Now since I'ma gennelman, I'll letcha pick where we get grub," he said as they left the parlor, an extra bounce in his step. Dawson had been looking forward to getting another tattoo with his bro; another silver lining to dim the dreary past few weeks. "We can hop back home if ya wanna pick a specific place."
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