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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 6:13 pm
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"I dunno, is it?" He looked back to his work, "I guess I'm just not used to it. Was never much of a talker." Was never usually so modest either, but he felt comfortable enough to be so. "But if you say so." He seemed relieved.
"Anyway, I'll probably have at least someone else. Jamie—uh, Shiloh's boyfriend—he'll probably be there at least." He pursed his lips, "I don't think I have anything to worry about if I run into her again. At least, unless if I provoke her—but y'know... I'll probably be going the other way if we see one another again." He laughed, but it didn't sound so much like a genuine laugh; more or less just conversation filler. "I still dunno what I am shifter wise either. It's a little nerve wracking..."
He stopped for a second like he was thinking, like he was going to say something, but apparently thought better of it when he started working again.
"That's funny though, about the project." He rubbed his nose to hide a dumb little grin, "Sucks, but still kinda funny." He readjusted his legs under the table only to accidentally bump against Horace's again with a shock. Naturally he jumped a second time, eye wide, "Sorry! sorry. Wait did—did you do that?" Static shocks were not usually things felt through shoes after all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 8:16 pm
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"Yep," he said. "Boyfriend's the rabbit, which makes planty Shiloh the... rabbit food." Horace snickered. Look, it was still funny, "How do you figure out what you are - just from the first time it, uh, happens?" The ears were frankly great.
"So can I see sometime? Like, when you shift. I bet it's something cool." He propped his chin on one hand, not bothering to work on his cross stitch. "Yeah, it's a drag and-" He sucked in his breath when Oliver's leg bumped his and jerked back. It was one thing for him to touch others, but having people touch him without warning was still antsy.
After a moment, Horace remembered to breathe again. "Uh, uh, what? Do what?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 5:46 pm
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Yep, the ears. Horace liked cute things, but a very specific brand of cute things. But as the topic shifted, his leg bounced uneasily under the table.
"Everything? What've you been up to, Oliver?" He paused; he was talling. "Well, okay... like I have this thing where if I get touch unexpectedly-" Horace frowned, trying to find a way to say things concisely without going into much detail. "I don't really like it. So lately, I think I've been...shocking people who do that. I don't mean to, but... If I'm expecting it, I don't shock people, I think." He shrugged. Holding out his hand, Horace wiggled his fingers. Clearly, he wanted Oliver to test it out.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 6:04 pm
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Oliver blinked really slowly as he took in the explanation, finding his previous resolve unwavered. "It sounds like a reflex." He mused aloud, "And prolly magic related, unless you're just that conductive." He looked down at the hand that was offered out to him.
"Honestly, I'm not terribly fond of being touched either." Despite that, he was setting down his project, "Which sort've sucks, because I still like being touched." He wiggled his fingers right back like their hands were speaking some sort of weird noodle-finger-language before tentatively setting them down, one on either side, fingers gently in the palm of Horace's hand.
"I didn't feel a shock when you touched me before either." He thought about this for a second, "In the car, I mean." And then he laughed in a tired sort of way, "You wouldn't want to hear about the s**t I've been up to. It's a long story."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 7:43 pm
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Oliver clicked his tongue. Even if his palms started sweating, he probably wouldn't care. He was still occasionally poking his fingers around his palm absentmindedly. "That's a bit of a coincidence..." Magic still seemed fairly rare here, all things considered. He doubted the events in the void would have had a direct impact on Horace, but...
He sighed. "There was an... event, I suppose, on the first of November. It had some unfortunate effects on the state of the world." He knew he was being vague, but it was hard to flat out say 'I'm not from this universe'. "You grew up always knowing magic was always a thing, right? That magic existed, however rare...? I'm being presumptuous, but that's how the state of this world is, right?" He took a deep breath, perhaps putting a little to much emphasis on this world than he meant to.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 12:48 pm
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Oliver looked to be thinking over his words for a moment, somewhat pensive, before finally speaking again, "A mixture of both, I guess. Shiloh could explain it better; I'm not so sure on the specifics." His eyes looked to their hands again in deep thought, gaze not really on them so much as beyond them.
"But sure, say this world loops over and over and over. Maybe it's not always the same though." His own life here with Eli had taken a different turn anyway, as had Jamie's and Shiloh's. "Sometimes it resets and you start off somewhere different, or your hand is dealt a little differently." Oliver sighed, looking rather remorseful if not dowe right guilty.
"I'm not... from here. A lot of us aren't. You being magic like this--being able to access otherworld--I'd think you'd be in the cycle too somehow, but maybe since you woke up to it after..." Thinking, thinking, thinking, "...after what happened to the world I was from, I mean."
"Sorry. I probably sound like I've gone mad." He laughed a little sadly, "I felt like I have, honestly. Maybe I am."
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