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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:10 pm
There was a figure on a park bench, face down and seemingly not moving. It could have been a homeless person but didn't smell nearly so bad and while grungy, didn't reach quite that level of dirt. There were blonde curls under an unseasonable knit cap, a grungy tanktop, and a backpack tucked under one unmoving arm. If they were asleep, it was deep, because a bird had actually landed on their body like they were a piece of patio furniture. People just walked by this possible corpse as if everything were fine.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:21 pm
Horace, too, had passed by the near-dead figure at first. But on his second lap around the park he did a double-take, and a triple-take. People milled around behind him, unconcerned with the fact that their was a dead man on a park bench. Or... maybe not dead? Looking, around, he bent down and grabbed something off of the ground. It wasn't polite, but he was feeling less inclined than usual to touch anyone, so... He poked Wil with a stick. "You dead?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:32 pm
The body didn't move much from the poking, but also there was no immediate response. The second poke would also yield nothing. A third poke, or in lack of - a long stretch of moments, would have the blonde moving slowly. The tucked legs stretched out and his lean arms unfolded from underneath him. Wil rolled over with a yawn to reveal sleepy blue eyes and an overly freckled face under those curls- and the backpack he clutched was a shaped like a large cartoon skull wearing a pink bow. "MMmmmm????" He gave off a distinctly herbal aroma.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:58 pm
Oh good god, it moved. Horace inched back and then forward again as the man only rather lazily rolled over. He smelled like, well, he smelled like the back of the gym at lunchtime in high school and wasn't that an old memory to have? Horace smiled faintly and moved forward to nudge Wil again, this time with his foot. "Hey, dude, it's gonna rain soon. Get up." And it was true - the clouds were quickly gathering into a summer storm. "I mean I've got an umbrella if you wanna sleep but it won't cover all of you."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 8:21 pm
"Huh?" Wil rubbed his nose, head rolled sideways, and he looked at the stranger. "Oh." And like a lanky-noodle Frankenstein his upper body lifted and his legs swung to the ground. "How long was I asleep?" Obviously this stranger would know that.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 10:20 am
"I dunno, Rip van Winkle. What year did you lay down to nap?" Horace looked dubiously at the bench. Had that really been all that comfortable? He rubbed the back of his head. "Got a hangover or something?" He had concluded that Wil must have been passed out. Yes, that was logical... maybe.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 10:42 am
"Dunno.." Wil rubbed his eyes and yaaawwwwwned. He fished in his bag, pulled out a pack, put something that looked like a hand rolled cigarette between his lips and lit up. It was strongly herbal smelling but not familiar like tobacco or marijuana. "Hangover?" He blinked, "No I don't drink much." His nose scrunched up as he realized this was a stranger he didn't know. "Who're you?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 1:42 pm
Horace coughed lightly and shifted to be upwind. "I'm your guardian angel, apparently. Name's Horace." Gingerly, he sat down on the bit on bench unoccupied by Wil and looked up at the sky. "You normally just sleep anywhere?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 8:15 pm
"Yeah. Why?" He looked genuinely puzzled by the question. If you were tired, or a spot looked nice, why not just sit down and have a nap? "I'm Wil." He offered a hand for a shake, stained with what looked like art supplies.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 10:49 am
"Well, cuz you could get robbed or stabbed or rained on or pooped on by a bird.." He looked down at Wil's hand as if debating something very intently. Finally, he looked up. "Um, no thank you." "You're telling me you've never had something terrible happen while you were asleep?" Disbelief laced Horace's voice.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 5:26 am
Wil wrinkled his nose at all the things that could happen to him, "Nah, sometimes my friends write on me though. But like.. I mean.. you could get hit by a car crossing the street or like robbed standing around or sitting in your house so-" The blonde shrugged and smiled, "Why not do stuff cause of what might happen? Then you'd like.. do nothing ever."
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 9:27 pm
Horace's mind filled in all the blanks of what-ifs, drawing on his own memory. He paled a little. "It's a matter of pros and cons, like safety." Horace shrugged. The way he was phrasing things made it sound like Wil lived a life on the wild side, and maybe he did. "Anyway, like stay safe and stuff," he said a little awkwardly, his Oklahoman accent coming out just a bit. He paused. "You... you don't think it's better to err on the side of caution?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 12:30 pm
"Don't you think you should like, do what makes you happy? Worrying about stuff all the time is a huge drag dude." Wil rubbed his nose on the back of his hand a moment. "It's not like I'm skydiving without a parachute. Or wearing solid gold clothing. It's just a nap." Wil also possibly looked enough like a hobo that people may not have wanted to go near him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 5:17 pm
"I guess I'm a drag, then. But at least I won't get shanked or something." He laughed, a little forced. But he was clearly not thinking Wil would get stabbed. Still, it was better to be safe. Always safe. He waggled his fingers at Wil. " Everything is dangerous."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 12:42 pm
"Everything is awesome," Wil corrected, before humming the EVERYTHING IS AWESSSOOOOOME song under his breath a moment. "Isn't life like-" he scratched his curls, "super stressful for you to worry about that crap all the time?"
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