Deck, Saturday Afternoon

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

It was nice to wake up to a warm day finally. Hannibal had thought the winter would just be everlasting, dumping snow on them whenever it got the urge but it was finally warm. He didn't even mind the clouds that much because warmth meant he didn't have to coop himself up inside anymore. Warmth meant he could stick himself on the deck, in a comfortable chair with his feet up and sunglasses on.

Really, he probably would have been happy to sit on the deck if it had been cold. It was amazing how everything seemed to improve when one's mood was no longer akin to a battered punching bag.

It might not have been the deck of a cruise ship but Hannibal decided this was kinda nice anyway.

[hey, open! taking advantage of the east coast's GORGEOUS weather!]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Please, I'm the be all end all of all sex," Chuck said smugly. "But if that's how you're going to play it then I'll ask you to leave my sex life alone. If anything interesting comes up I'll fucking tell you."

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"When did you get so damn touchy about your sex life?" Hannibal asked, almost confused. "Usually, you put it on blast. Are you suddenly shy?"

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"I'm not being touchy or shy," Chuck said. "I just don't have anything to say."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"No, you're being touchy," Hannibal said dryly. "Whatever, Chuck. You don't need to tell me but shit, I tease you about this kind of crap all the time. Being a girl's made you sensitive."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I'm fairly sure I'm not capable of being sensitive," he said, taking another hit of the joint. "And, I told you, I haven't done anything so that would be why I have nothing to say."

Okay, maybe being a girl has made him a bit more touchy than usual. Or he might be this bitchy all the time.

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"Because having nothing to say's really stopped you before?" Hannibal asked. "Did someone piss in your Cheerios this morning?"

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"I think I'm acting perfectly normal," he said. Chuck paused. "Save for the obvious."

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"Think about that when you're no longer a girl, girl," Hannibal said. "You're bitchy. Anyone else recognized you?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I haven't been out on the island much," Chuck said, sounding a little irritated from Hannibal's comment. He was so not being any bitchier than usual. "But, no, nobody has."

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"You haven't been out?" Hannibal asked, surprised. "What've you been doing?"

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Chuck shrugged. "I don't know, what I always do. Why should I be doing anything differently?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Because...you are Chuck Bass and I thought flaunting was your middle name," Hannibal answered.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's Bartholomew, actually," Chuck said, mostly because he didn't have an answer as to why he wasn't showing off. Other than he didn't much feel like it which wasn't a real answer at all.

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"I wasn't being literal," Hannibal said and rolled his eyes. "You are difficult to fucking talk to like this."

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"I am always like this," Chuck said again, slower this time. "Maybe you're just not used to it when I say things in a girl voice."

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"No, maybe I'm used to you being such a bitch at everything I say," he replied. "I'm used to some of it but jesus fuck, you're acting like a snotty child."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

That...was actually pretty close to what Chuck was. "You know what, you're the one who started getting on me about my reactions to everything. Quit analyzing everything I say."

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"I'm the one trying to have a conversation with you and getting bitchy answers in return," Hannibal retorted. "Are you storing extra bitch in your boobs or something?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck groaned and sat back against the chair so he wouldn't have to look at Hannibal. Seeing him looked pissed was just pissing Chuck off more. "This is pointless. Can we just drop it?"

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"How?" Hannibal asked. "Every thing I try to talk to you about, you throw some bitch in my face. I could ask you about the fucking weather and you'd likely tell me to just fuck off, I could see the weather for myself."

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"Fine then, we'll keep arguing," he said. Even if it was pointless.

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"Fine, Chuck, fine." He sighed and shook his head. "Got plans for this weekend?"

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Chuck was so, so tempted to give a bitchy answer on purpose but decided against it. "No, not really. Other than trying to learn how to sleep on my stomach without hurting my boobs."

See? Not bitchy. There was a joke in there.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"'Fraid I can't help you with that one," he said and laughed. "Get a softer bed?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I think I need to get less sensitive tits," Chuck said with a faint smirk.