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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 5:34 pm
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It was approximately a**-o'clock in the middle of the night, but Oliver had woken up. This wasn't unusual—most of the time he was just awake to be awake—but sleep had granted him a sliver of solace for an hour or so, and now it was time to return to reality. Rather, fate had decided he needed to get his a** up, because they had visitors.
Oliver had noticed it recently, but the wildlife had been getting a little too friendly with him lately. This was to say he'd been approached more than once by a raccoon in broad daylight, which was weird, mostly because he worried that they might be rabid or some crazy s**t. He couldn't deal with rabies this late in the game; that would be like, the worst way to die. Ever.
Cue the moonwalker sitting at the sliding glass door, cross legged, his head propped up in his hands. On the other side of the glass were a few sets of glowing eyes. The handout crew was here, and no amount of staring was making them go away.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 6:47 am
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This was something out of a horror movie. The way Oliver talked, tired, lost... it was the voice someone adopted before they died an awful death. It was how you could tell they'd given up. Or maybe, just maybe, Elliot was also more than half-asleep and his mind was racing with a bunch of dumb things that didn't make sense. That was probably it.
So, he rubbed his eyes furiously and tried to wake the ******** up.
"Pascal is asleep," he mumbled quietly. If he talked too loud now, he might wake him. Instead he sat down on the floor next to Oliver, peering out into the night, finally catching sight of the shadows moving beyond the glass. "Whoa, whoa, whoa- Wait- What-?" Now he was a little more awake. "What is that? Who's here??"
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 6:57 pm
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Ollie also returned his attention to the beings just outside the door. At Elliot's entrance, they seemed to back off a little, but it was mostly a slight setback. The thing about urban wildlife is that they were really ballsy, and people didn't pose much of a deterrent at all. "I recognize them," Oliver told him, "There's the big fat one with the nic in his ear—he's prolly like, the mob boss—and there's a smaller one with a really big mask, and that one has a stubby tail..."
He was starting to recognize them like you would people.
"They're raccoons that I see around." He finally explained, tired eyes turning to set on Eli, "Usually they're down by the dumpsters though. I dunno how they got up on the balcony." Sure, they were only the second floor, but it was still pretty goddamn impressive.
"They're hungry..." He turned back just in time to see a pathetic parade of paws squabbling at the glass. "I guess it's my fault for feeding them the once."
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 6:49 pm
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Burning curiosity? Sated. Well, sort of. Only one of their visitors had a name so far, or at least had an inkling of a name, since they were all raccoons and probably didn't have real names. According to Ollie, at least. It was becoming more and more obvious the more Elliot woke up that his roommate was beyond tired and probably borderline delusional.
Didn't mean Eli wouldn't humor him. In a strange way, this was nice. Weird, definitely, but nice.
"Wait, so which one is Bukowski?" he asked, "There are a lot of them, you know." Then he leaned forward, closer to the door where he could hear the scritch, scritch, scratch of their paws, so he could get a good look at Oliver's face. "Hold on, sandwiches? Isn't that an awful lot of work for the middle of the night? Can't we just throw them some bread?"
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 7:38 am
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If Oliver was trying to guilt him, it was only sort of working. The logic was flawed, but how were you supposed to explain that to someone who was obviously beyond out of it? Looking out at Bukowski, he shook his head. Realistically, he was far cuter than he was menacing, all fluffy and round and-
Sigh.
"I wasn't planning on offering them a choice..." he mumbled, but it was mostly to himself. Fingers pressed at the bridge of his nose, but he was smiling. "Alright, you've got me, of course I'd choose the bleached white bread with peanut butter."
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2017 6:44 pm
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"Lots of peanut butter as in 'plan on buying more at the store because we're about to use it all' or-?" It's not like it was a full jar, but just how much did they plan on feeding these raccoons that probably got plenty of protein on their own? Well, it came with the sleep deprived Oliver territory, so Eli supposed it wasn't that much of a surprise when it came right down to it.
"I know you'll know," he said without a fight. Obviously he'd know, because Ollie would never let it go and he'd never hear the end of it. Somehow, someway, it would come up even when everyone was well-rested and in their right mind again.
"Tell me what to do. You're the boss of this outfit." The bancho, one might say. If the big, fat raccoon hadn't already been dubbed Bukowski, he definitely would've suggested Bancho for a name. It was a good fit, right?
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 2:47 pm
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The balance of this wild corporate scheme was kind of amazing, actually. Even if Oliver was tired and made no sense a majority of the times he opened his mouth, there was a strange, efficient grace to the way he did certain things. Case in point, that butter knife. Where the hell had it come from? Elliot didn't even notice him opening the drawer.
"Cut off the crust?" he asked, somewhat incredulous. There was a knife in his hand now, too, and he wasn't quite sure where it had come from. He didn't even notice until he really looked and even then he had to double-take.
"I'll admit, a sandwich always looks good and finished with nice, clean edges, but... wouldn't the raccoons enjoy it just as much with the crust?" It was more for them to eat and Eli couldn't imagine they'd turn that down if they had the words to do so.
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