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  a bundle of oddities all wrapped into one body. forced to pave a road on his own.   

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      man, it’s quiet. too quiet.       oh man, 

                                i always wanted to say that.

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i’m the type of person to disappear spontaneously from the face of the earth and just isolate myself from everyone for 10+ years and when i return, everyone’s like ‘lmao wtf were u’ and i’d be like ‘right here man. i’ve been living’

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               It’s difficult to focus on a screen when  OLIVER  has tendency to command all of his attention. Chris is sure it’s not even  intentional  ;  he was just so  caught up  in everything about the other it made focusing on outside things seem  MENIAL.  “I dunno, I could watch a good movie like  twenty  different times and it would never get old, honestly.”  He arches shoulders upward in a shrug before reaching over to set down the popcorn.

               With the bag of popcorn is set aside, he reaches with his free hand for another confectionery. The amount of sweets   ( and various other snacks )   Chris amassed in a single trip to the store was probably  illegal  somewhere.  Needless to say, however, he didn’t seem to notice how  RIDICULOUS  his own eating habits were.

               “Well to give you some background, some of the  subliminal messages  were aimed primarily at Nazi sympathizers, arguing that while yes, they were people and some of them did the right thing and got out of that shitty cycle,  the Nazi’s from a  political & social  point of view were abysmal and– frankly,  morally depraved.  It’s pretty cool to see. And I’m always a slut for  horror  that knows it’s  political values  even if I have some mild disagreements with a lot of it. It’s just heavily biased.”

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  “nice. you won’t really have much room for dinner later.” 

he doesn’t even need to look. doesn’t need to see the box designed with a well-known brand of sweets to know that chris already has another set of food to fill up his stomach. in a way, it’s oddly appealing, the way one cannot help but admire a sword-swallower: you don’t want the talent, but cannot help but watch others, wide-eyed, with it. while not stuffing his face, oliver is the one to break linked hands, slipping out from chris’ to brush the popcorn residue of butter, salt, & stray bits that stuck with a few swipes. also there may exist minor hope no one else would decide to turn their heads around from facing  the screen, as both he and chris set at the very back of the lot together. 

   ears listen, let the words paint a picture as his eyes have yet to see it spread  out across the screen that’s still showing the last few ads. 

 only chris that clutches this stake that’s able to pin down whatever remaining chattiness he’s left in the hunter. it takes him a moment to reflect, “so anything with..  viewpoints gets to you?” chris’ silhouette lingers from the corner of his eye as he looks up at the screen, silently hopeful he’ll detect something onscreen to argue with what chris’ claims. “any other movies besides this that have perspectives i didn’t know about?”

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when you have so many oc ideas in mind and daydream them getting along or having different ship dynamics with other people’s muses.  n v n

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NOW DARLIN’ IT’S QUITE ALRIGHT IF MY HEART ACHES–

                BUT DON’T PUSH ME TO THE POINT WHERE MY HEART BREAKS.

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               A brow quirks upward in  amused incredulity  at Oliver’s next question, a soft, quiet laugh breaking past his lips.  “What do  you  think?”  And Chris thinks for a second that sounds like something  Oliver  would say, the way his tone is always dripping in  sarcasm.  He gently bumps the other’s shoulder with his own to signify–  in case his tone didn’t carry properly–  he was only teasing.

               “I’ve seen it like five times now,” he confesses, unashamed, between a mouthful of popcorn, “it’s great!   Trust me,  it’s gonna be a fuckin’ classic. Plus it’s rife with political metaphors.”

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 he plucks a few popcorn pieces from the container. notes chris’ sarcasm shooting him down as a long, overdue act of ricochet that his daily doses of irony deserves. he scoffs. chris cannot snatch that away from oliver’s parcel of methodical ridicules & sardonic reactions. he downs a few of the pieces in his hand, feels the crunch between teeth. unlike chris, he waits til most of the popcorn’s sent down his esophagus. “how don’t you get tired of these movies?”

 political metaphors. that may as well be the right words sent chris’ way to get him to bed, or let him laze around a state of immense fascination. none of which is strung well by guthrie: prime example of a non-charismatic, non-political person. “right. feel free to point them out to me when it’s there,” a light nudge of his elbow at chris’ side. he relaxes more against the truck, folded legs beneath the blanket adjusting a bit while keeping chris’ hand intertwined with his. no way he intends to let go, no way he’s able to completely subdue the amused smile on his face, as subtle as it is.

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@breakcr IDK WHY BUT I THOUGHT OF CHRIS & OLIVER IMMEDIATELY.. I GUESS.. OLIVER IS THE LADY IN THIS ONE  BU T JUST !!! LMFAO

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               Chris already has a one hand shoved into a  bag of popcorn  while the other is quietly reaching for Oliver’s when he asks the question. It doesn’t take long for a  grin  of his own to form.  Of course he was.  It wasn’t even a question, and while Chris was prepared to give Oliver an enthusiastic  YES,  he supposes fingers interlacing with the other’s is answer enough.

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  cold meets hot, like the sun’s warmth encased into a five-point star that folds around the icicle of oliver’s hand. when the night’s temperature only dips, it may as well be summer with chris, as cliche as that sounds in oliver’s head. god scratch that out, guthrie. “so, that’s a.. yes?” he asks in case; the shell of a hardened man only cracks to a point he’s vulnerable for necessary reassurance. gaze lifts from their hands, to chris, to the popcorn, a brow raising as his other free hand extends to reach for a few pieces.

   “hope this movie is good. haven’t really heard of it ‘til you brought it up.”

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he loves his kfc story so much :)

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  fingers claw around the frays of the blanket, pulling it over their legs. the night lit by the screen overhead playing previews as the other moviegoers settled into their own rides. their chatter meshes with the radio, tuned to the same station that’ll play the movie soon. he glances to chris, curve of a smile somewhat visible  in spite of the casted shadows.

    “you ready for this?”

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u kno ur in deep when u love listening to them talk and u get attached to their voice

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( text sent | ollie ):  h ey!! HEY what do you call a race between dogs walking upright?? (text sent | ollie ):  a hindrace (text sent | ollie ):  do u get it?? it’s kind of like HINDRANCE only hindrace.. lmao

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[ text: Chris ] I dropped my groceries because of this. You owe me a carton of eggs.  [ text: Chris ] How many jokes do you come up with every day?? Im curious