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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 8:50 pm
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Oliver blinked real slowly, real carefully. "Um." He looked around the room, at a loss for any sort of support. Ollie knew how to console Shiloh, but that was about the gist of it. It also included punching, the occasional back-to-reality slap, and a couple of snarky words that could only be surmised as 'brotherly-love'. He wasn't about to try and whack Horace out of his blind stupor.
"Okay, so you can't see. And you doubly can't see the couch. Okay, okay..." He looked around again, and then finally back up at Horace. He had to reach a little, but he was waving his hand in front of his face, "Anything? Nothing? Not even a shadow?" His brow furrowed.
"Maybe you should uh—" He glanced at the clock on the wall, "—stay here for a while? Or I could drive you back to your place. I can drive. Probably better than you." (now wasn't the time, Ollie), "Your vision came back to you the last time though, right? Maybe you just have to wait it out..."
He turned his attention to Horace's tea, which was now getting cold. This was probably the biggest tragedy of the afternoon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 7:49 pm
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"I mean, of course I can drive. I have my licence." His cheeks flushed; thank god Horace was blind or whatever. He didn't have to see his sheer embarrassment.
He went to work clearing off a better spot on the couch, making sure all the nic-nacks on the table were cleared away sufficiently and also working to shoo the cats off (they were so interested! The large human was standing and wobbling and acting so silly!) "Anyway, I don't like it much, but I can still do it. That's all that matters." He huffed quietly, "But yeah, maybe it's better if you stay here for a little bit. We can worry about calling the optometrist later if you're blind for longer than eight hours or whatever."
He reached forward, but then hesitated, "Oh, um." He pursed his lips, "I'm about to touch you okay? Try not to shock me," And quieter, he added, "I mean, I won't be mad about it, but like, don't."
Taking a deep breath he did just that, his hands gently reaching forward to grab Horace's arm in an attempt to lead him to the couch again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 9:55 am
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"I just... didn't think you... did. Sorry," he said, lamely. If Horace could have seen where Oliver was, he would have looked away in embarrassment.
"I wonder if it would be more like, blind for more than four hours, like those weird super erection commercials." He immediately tensed, trying to guess where Oliver's touch would come from. Despite his deliberate, carefully measured breathing, Horace still felt a shock run across his skin as Oliver touched him. "S-sorry!" This was okay, it was just Oliver, they wouldn't touch for long, it was okay.
Horace supposed he should focus into the darkness and try to figure everything out, but he was so tired, and coming down from freaking out and well, if he died, he hoped Oliver wouldn't hate him for the body disposal needed. "Wanna watch a movie while we wait?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 10:49 am
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Horace was still tense as he sat. He really, really, really didn't like this. It felt like he couldn't control the situation (because he couldn't) and that made him feel weak, powerless. He was supposed to leave those feelings behind, wasn't he? His hand rubbed over each other, lingering over the ridged scar on his finger. Concentrate.
"Well, asking if you wanted to listen to a move seemed weird." He laughed a little, forced, but there, and smiled int he general direction of Oliver. "I like everything - you can put on whatever. Your favorite musical, then."
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 11:04 am
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"I guess, but isn't that half of what you do with movies anyway?" He looked back, even though he knew Horace couldn't see him. "I like the listening part a lot more anyway. There's a lot of sciences and stuff that goes into sound production, y'know. It's the same thing with video games," this coming from Oliver, one who clearly did not play many video games, "The sound score can completely change the mood of the piece. Anyway." He scuttled away to look through the DVD cabinet.
"Uhh, you seem like a Phantom of the Opera kind of guy. That has a lot of sad romancy-shmancy stuff in it, right?" He'd never seen it, oops, "Chicago? Oh, oh, Cats."
Cats.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 3:07 pm
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Oliver was silent. "I have no idea who Gerard Butler is." He confessed this genuinely. Then he turned to Horace and gave him a look—a really good look—and said, "I'm not sure if you need a half mask. Really, it would only take away from what you already have going for you."
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Oliver was kind of bad at those.
"Cats then. We're watching Cats." He loved cats, that is, the animal and not the musical. "I've never seen it, but I love cats." Somewhere in the distance Chai murbled. "There's one named Mr. Mistoffelees though. I guess they all have weird names? I mean, they are cats." Life would be so much better as a cat, he decided.
Then again, it wasn't much better as a raccoon, so he retracted the thought.
"If you want," He said as he plopped the DVD in, "I can grab one of the cats for you to hold."
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 8:34 am
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"Well, there's nothing wrong with it." He said with a huff, "And anyway, how can a musical about singing cats be sad? I've never seen it, so I wouldn't know." But really, it just didn't make sense for it to be sad, "Maybe we're just gluttons for punishment? Or maybe watching sad things is cathartic in a way." He shrugged as he looked around for Chai.
"If I decided to be a raccoon, then I couldn't talk anymore." Oliver pointed out, "Unless, that's what you want." But he paused, and in a moment of rare sincerity said "Sorry, I shouldn't tease."
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2017 9:38 am
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Ollie snorted, "Yeah yeah, whatever. You got the pretty face and I guess I got the harmonic voice, right?" He stooped down to pick up his tea cup and tapped one of his nicely groomed fingernails against it. The sound was light, sharp, tink tink tink. Horace wouldn't know it sounded exactly like the treat jar, but Chai would.
Here she came now, eyes wide like saucers, tail poofy and upright. Oliver scooped her up before she had a chance to protest (not that she would, sweet precious baby).
"If you shock my cat," Oliver said as he approached Horace again, "I'm kicking your a**." His own person was one thing. His precious daughter was another. He sat down on the couch again, pressed play on the television, and slowly leaned over to deposit the cat in Horace's willing arms.
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