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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2017 8:36 pm
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"What, really?" He seemed surprised, but in a pleasant sort of way. Shiloh was good at finding his way out on accord of his magic, but he hadn't heard of people... seeing ways out so easily like that, but he supposed he could understand it. The way he found entrances in and out of Otherworld was a bit indescribable, but it gave him funny sorts of feelings.
"By all means, then." He started to walk with his hands awkwardly at his sides. If he could get them into his pockets maybe, get over the initial gross feeling, it might be better... He shuffled a little as he strode down the sidewalk, turning to make sure Horace was following, "So where do you work anyway? Some place interesting?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 1:09 pm
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"...a funeral home." He said, deadpan, "The fun in funeral." He did a very slow turn to Horace, "Oh my god. You're terrible." He cackled though, somewhat morbidly. It sounded like something Shiloh would say. Actually, Shiloh would probably be losing his s**t right now, saying something about how he needed that on a t-shirt.
"I work part-time at the 4th Wall. Wasn't my choice." He tried to ignore the gentle swish swish of his tail as he walked, "Actually, wasn't my choice at all. I never worked there in the old world. I don't know s**t about comics or anime or whatever." But Cid was nice, if not eccentric.
He shrugged. "Is what it is. My hands'll be fine." He balled them into fists because they really weren't, but asking for help was difficult when you felt the need to do everything on your own.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 7:14 pm
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"Dude, shove over. I've got hands too, you know." Horace came up behind Oliver and tried to move past him. He didn't want to suddenly touch Oliver, but he kind of had to hip-check the other man in order to get him to move.
He reached for the handle, twisted it, and jiggled it again. It was locked. "s**t." Normally, Horace would just wander around for a new point of departure, but he thought Oliver might appreciate going home faster. Out of one of the side pockets of his bag, he pulled a mini tonfa. In one swift movement, he punched it through the glass above the lock. Miraculously, Horace only managed to slice his hand open once while trying to flip the lock.
The door swung open. "Ta-daa," he said, trying to surreptitiously wrap his hand up in his scarf.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 7:57 pm
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"But—" His eyes looked like they were trembling in his sockets, unfocused, not sure where exactly to look. "But—"
His gaze shifted from the broken glass to the hand, conveniently wrapped up in Horace's god-awful scarf. He swallowed, "Are you—?" And then he blinked a few times as he caught the sight of him swiping something away. He looked like he wanted to gag again—pale—but held it back, kept it together. "Oh my god are you hurt." He was moving towards him, but then he backed off, but then he crept closer again... and backed off, like he couldn't quite make up his mind. He wasn't sure how to pry, but he wasn't sure how to drop it either.
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