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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 3:46 pm
It had been a long time since he'd last seen Dawson, which also meant that it was long overdue to hang out with him. Chance was currently hunkered down in the common room of the Deus dormitory building, curled up on one of the couches with his legging-clad legs tucked underneath him. It was still a bit in shambles - there was debris everywhere - but at least the couch was still in one piece.
He sent a text to Dawson, Chance slowly munching on a Twizzler he had taken from Otto's room.medigel Text to Dawson:I'm currently chilling in the Dormitories if a certain someone wants to come hang...
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 5:10 pm
A reply didn't come for about ten minutes or so.
kuropeco Text to Chance: aw dude yea just lemme finish shift 20 min
At Chance's old dorm room door.
Wiping sweat from his brow and shivering in the air conditioning, he pulled his phone back out.
Quote: Text to Chance: dude open up pls u better not be takn a shower
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 9:42 pm
Chance was still curled up on the couch in the common room when his phone beeped, his sketchbook going slightly off kilter in his lap as Chance stretched out a hand to reach it. He glanced at the screen, swiped to read the rest of them, and saw Dawson's name light up.
"Oh, s**t."
He'd forgotten he hadn't actually said he wasn't in his room. Chance hastily scrambled to his feet - currently clad in socks without shoes - and made his way down the hall to where he found a sweaty, work worn Dawson standing outside of his room.
"Hey," said Chance, lifting a hand in greeting, the oversized sweater falling over his fingers. "Sorry. I was in the common room."
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 9:48 pm
Dawson turned and huffed. "Dammit, dude," he said with a nudge to Chance's shoulder. "Spacey's ever. So, what's up? How's yer room lookin'?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 7:52 am
He hadn't seen Dawson in too long; Chance liked him, enjoyed being around the other man more so than he did a few of the others, in spite of his eternally mild-mannered personality. He bumped his shoulder against Dawson's in return, then reached out to unlock the door, pushing it open.
"I hope you mean spacey literally," he deadpanned, Chance gesturing for Dawson to come in. The room was almost starkly empty, stripped down past its usual sparseness to the barest essentials. The closet was hanging open, revealing that most of the space inside of it was empty.
"I thankfully just got away with a little bit of damage," said Chance, as he sat on the bed. "What about yours? It's been ten years, I haven't talked to you in ages."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 10:19 pm
The more things change..."I meant it both ways, ya dummy!"
His first few steps into Chance's room weren't as smooth as they could have been, as the implication of the bareness of it hit him. "Oh, y'know, been here n' there," Dawson said, hands in his pockets. "Most a'my time recently's been on workin' on some stuff in town, other bases around the world. Reconstruction. Wanna say I been gettin' pretty handy with rune carvin' too."
He paused and glanced at the closet. "Guessin' yer movin' inta his room upstairs, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 12:25 pm
Chance's only response was a grin to that. He'd missed Dawson's vibrancy, his buoyant cheerful nature that seemed to run over constantly, good natured and kindhearted. It was easy to be around Dawson, even if occasionally Chance's airiness seemed to be a little too airy.
"Are you living in the towns? I can't remember." Chance crossed a leg over the other and rested his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on his knee.
The question made his lips quirk, just a little. "Yeah," he said. "Up with Otto, to his room. It's a better room, after all, this one's like, a closet."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 10:05 am
"Yeah, Peach Tree Lane with Meri," Dawson replied. "I'm like a roomie slash older brother figure, I guess, heh." He tried not to think of the horseman version that had been called Dad, because it still stung.
He sighed dramatically. "Guess I can't blame ya for wantin' to upgrade. Bet his place is a mess, though."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 10:12 am
It took Chance a moment to realize who Meri was, and then he nodded as the pieces fitted into place, his memory finally supplying what he needed. America, one of the ones that had regressed back to a younger version of herself; she'd always been a friend of Dawson's, if he recalled.
"Sounds like the perfect position for you," said Chance with a smile. "You're a good brother figure to one and all."
He waved a hand just as dramatically as Dawson's. "Surprisingly, it's not terrible. A little cluttered, maybe, but he's just got a lot of s**t lying around."
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 1:16 am
"Why don't that surprise me," Dawson said, not bothering to hide his distaste. "'Tween the two of y'all, no-one'll find you fer weeks in that mess, I bet. PIzza boxes n' gross s**t growin' mold."
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 8:26 am
An eyebrow rose.
"Wow, Shaggy, tell me how you really feel?" Chance said mildly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 2:01 pm
"I don' like him," Dawson put it bluntly, since Chance had asked. "He's a coward, 'mong other things." But then he shrugged. He wasn't trying to get a rise out of his friend, just state his opinion.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 2:06 pm
It wasn't surprising. Chance leaned back, his back against the wall, legs stretched across the bed and his fingers linked together on his stomach.
"Well, no one's perfect," he said, after a moment. "I mean, I remember you didn't like him. Is it because of the whole...Maebe thing?"
He didn't want to get a rise out of Dawson, either, but curiosity was always a thing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 5:08 pm
Dawson grunted something noncommittal. "Y'all've talked, I'm sure," he said as he took the nearest chair and pulled it to the bed. "I ain' about gossipin' other people's business around, so." [ Really. I find you're very nosy, sweet cub. ] He coughed. In truth, Dawson was just weary about retreading old wounds, even with friends. Especially now with one player, Cami, no longer aware of what even happened. Nothing would change either of their opinions, so he didn't see a reason to open up a topic that might flare his temper. "I say you deserve better but, well," he gave a self-deprecating smile, "I say that t'everyone."
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2017 6:24 pm
"A little," Chance conceded, with a nod. "And I mean, I've seen Twitter conversations, even if I forget to actually participate in them."
He knew that Otto was not well liked by some for how he'd treated Cami and Maebe, and it wasn't a pretty past. Chance had no illusions as to the nature of how things had gone done, but he was and always had been someone who had just...gone with the flow. It was in the past.
But not for everyone. Later experience had taught him that, and that not everything was so easily moved on from.
Chance prodded at one of Dawson's leg with the toe of his foot.
"I know, and I appreciate you caring," he said, with absolute sincerity, because it was true. "You're a decent guy, and I like having you as a friend."
He gave a little shrug. "What can I say, I'm in love with the guy."
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