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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, c0chise. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** c0chise has joined 018.07.154.55 <wolfhomie69> hey, so ... <juliet-ish> r u busy? <Oliver> Hey, you still hungry? <Oliver> So there may or may not be around a 50% chance we're going to be horse friends | ||||
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Date: 2016-04-16 02:55 pm (UTC)[Not that he's not sympathetic. He feels terrible. The least he can do is try to make it as easy as he can for Chris. He solidifies, far more easily than he has in a while now that he's eaten, placing a hand on Chris' shoulder as he tries to gently guide him to the body.]
I did this, okay? Not you. He's going to be breathing, but he's gone already. He won't feel it. He won't even know.
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Date: 2016-04-17 10:08 pm (UTC)I- okay. Right.
[It's said almost meekly. He jokes about Oliver parenting him all the time, but right now, he's genuinely glad for it, willing for Oliver to take the lead in this. Quite frankly, he couldn't have done this alone.
He stares at the body in horror when he gets to him, seeing his chest rise and fall. This was a person. He had a life, maybe even had a family. And now he's just another victim, some poor bastard who's only real crime was living in a world where strangers were dragged in and turned into monsters. None of this is okay.
Luckily for him his hunger takes the wheel. Almost automatically, he reaches out, feeling the pull of something intangible to most, but to him it felt- not solid but...tingly. Something that was THERE. Then he feels it pull from the man and into him. The more he takes, the less the gnawing hunger in the back of his head becomes, until eventually he is full and the man is empty.
He takes a step back, hooves unsteady, wrapping his arms around himself. For once, there's no dumbass dad jokes, no trying to laugh it off. He's eerily quiet. ]
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Date: 2016-04-17 10:29 pm (UTC)He's glad for it when once it's over Chris steps back. He can feel how unsteady he is. He doesn't want for him to trip and if he suddenly goes faint at least he's there already. He doesn't hug him exactly, but his grip on his shoulder tightens and he steps a little nearer.]
Hey. Hey. You're okay, Chris. I've got you.
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Date: 2016-04-18 01:07 am (UTC)Shit. That was-
[And that's the thing. The thing that makes him feel terrible is that the act itself DIDN'T feel terrible. It felt natural, it it was what he was supposed to do. That this is how he eats now. Just like chomping on a cheeseburger.]
This is so fucked up.
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Date: 2016-04-24 08:15 pm (UTC)[What else can he say? He can't disagree. It is fucked up. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, squeezing his shoulder. He needs to stay calm. For Chris.]
You need somewhere to stay tonight? You don't... you don't have to be alone for this.
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Date: 2016-04-24 08:28 pm (UTC)I- you sure? I just...don't think it'd be a good idea to see my friends tonight. They'd just worry if they saw me like this.
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Date: 2016-04-26 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-27 08:09 pm (UTC)...Thanks, man, I really appreciate it.
[You are the best father figure ever.]