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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 8:14 am
Out of habit he made a little sweep of the porch after his DM with Al, though it would be the second time that day he had done so. Some habits never changed. All that was missing was one of the dogs barking, the smell of dinner wafting over from an open window, the buzz of cicadas...
Dawson ran a hand down his face, took a breath, and went and got the beer. By the time Al arrived he'd be sitting in one of two rocking chairs he'd acquired just for the porch. Off to the side were small blocks of wood, some already beginning to take the shape of animals.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 5:40 pm
Oh my god, it's like an old timey American movie or sitcom like Lassie. All Daws was missing was a spittoon. Al couldn't bring himself to even vaguely joke about the situation, unsure he was getting pranked right now and really not in the mood to be laughed at.
Al offered the other man a weary smile as soon as he spotted the can of beer. Now he was starting to believe it wasn't just some joke. He inched closer and closer to the other man. Uncertain. It was like asking a squirrel to take a peanut directly from your hand.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 9:06 am
He got up as the guy approached. "You take yer time comin' up here, I might drink yers," Dawson teased with a small wiggle of the can, arm outstretched with it until Al found the courage to grab it. "C'mon, have a seat. I been on my feet too long t'day, dunno about you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 7:24 am
Al swiped the can after the threat and immediately clutched it possessively to his chest. "Maybe," Al sighed unhelpfully before cautiously finding his way to his seat and taking it. Beer still close to his chest as he watched Dawson uncertainly. "How's you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 1:09 pm
"Eh. Tired, but s'a good night t'sit out, y'know?" He sat back in the rocking chair until it creaked. "Cooler air, stars comin' out. Really clears the mind out." Clicking the tab open, Dawson took a sip and glanced at Al. "You? Y'sounded a lil' distressed on Twitter."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 2:41 pm
Al watched curiously as the other man spoke and then drank, parroting the gesture but with a notably deeper swig of the booze. "Did I?" Oh Dawson, that sort of information would have to wait until Al was a bit more buzzed. "Guess I just really needed a drink," he laughed softly and without mirth before looking back down at his beer a little too sullenly. He took another swig.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 3:58 pm
He entertained the notion with a small laugh. "No kidding...Least it's been a bit quiet since that clone s**t, huh?" Another gulp. "People'll say its jus' another calm before the storm r' whatever, but the peace is nice. Necessary." Of course, that didn't mean everyone was fine, as they'd all learned recently. "I got more if ya need," Dawson offered. "'Course, dunno why you'd want it. Bar's got better stuff."
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 4:48 pm
Al wasn't really into the whole clone thing. He didn't really have that many death duties and wondered if Cael simply didn't trust him enough. If anyone trusted him enough. He downed the rest of the can of beer then wiggled his fingers at Daws, demonstrating that more would be very nice right now actually. "The bar has no room for me," he commented simply and without emotion as if it was just a common fact, like saying that grass was green.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 8:20 pm
"Aw, don' get like that, bub, you too sober for it." But luckily for Al, the duck back in to get the rest of the box didn't take long at all. Dawson plopped it down between them and went back to nursing his first can.
"What, s'it about the Rep thing?" he prompted.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 5:55 pm
Al grabbed a second can and popped the top, he didn't even care that it was a little shaken in the journey and foamed a little over and then down his fingers. He pressed his lips to his hands to nurse off the overflow only stopping to give Dawson a strange look at the more direct question.
He really didn't want to answer.
He reaaaaaaaaaally did not want to answer.
"Mibbe," he answered cryptically. It was an answer though, okay. He mentally huffed and went to noisily slurp the overflow from the top of his can.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:32 am
"Uh-huh."
He allowed Al his peace with the drinks and finished off his own. Rather than attempted to start up conversation again, Dawson picked up his tools from the side and went back to his work carving for a short while.
At length, he finally asked, "You just comin' over fer free drinks then, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 3:14 pm
Al took his time with the second beer, certain any breaks meant having to open up a little. About 3/4ths of the way, he slowly began to realize that didn't really bother him as much as he thought it did initially. That was when Dawson posed the question and he swirled the can slowly making the quarter of remaining fluid slosh about.
"Mibbe no," he frowned and stopped playing with his drink to toss it back, finishing it off with a single gulp.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:09 pm
Dawson almost echoed that mibbe, always happy to take opportunities to improve future impressions, but decided to keep to his carving instead. "Well, ya did mention needin' to talk to someone who wasn' a a*****e," he pointed out gently, eyes on the smooth hump his block of wood was shaping into. "Don' know why this place don' got a therapist or somethin'. Crack a joke if ya want, but this sorta occupation's gotta have somebody, y'know? We go through too much s**t t'handle it ourselves."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 5:10 pm
"I heard we did... until they died," he reached for a third beer. Finally starting to feel a bit alright. He cracked it open and sucked a little overflow off the top. This time before it got a chance to get down the sides.
He sighed, "Aye... s'pretty obvs... ob-vi-oos it's about Rep."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 8:40 pm
He heaved a great sigh. "Rest in peace, brother 'r sister," he mumbled, toasting the last of his beer to the therapist's spirit before finishing the drink off. His hand hovered in indecision over another can before deciding that one of them needed to stay sober.
"Ya'll good friends, right?" He put the can aside, the lean forward causing the chair to creak. "Must be somethin' else seein' him like this, huh."
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