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]

"You have secret fantasies involving me sleeping with someone else?" he asked. "God, you're weird."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes, all the time," he said dryly. "They're the stuff my dreams are made of."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you said it, not me," Chuck said, lifting up his hands.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I dream about you in flannel too," he added.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You'll have to keep dreaming because that's never happening," he said quickly.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Never say never, Chuck," Hannibal said. "I don't think you thought you'd ever be a girl."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Never happening," Chuck said, sticking out his tongue.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's gonna happen now because the island heard you and is going to punish you," Hannibal decided.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Punish me for not liking flannel? I don't think so," he said. "I'm sure the island has more taste than that."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"It took away sex, Chuck." Hannibal felt compelled to remind him. "Taste doesn't seem to rank high with it."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Me walking around in flannel would bring down the style of the island as a whole," Chuck pointed out. "It wouldn't do that to itself. Why do you think it turned me into a hot chick instead of an ugly one? It does have some taste."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"And yet, you're keeping that hotness contained!" Hannibal said. "Let it go freeeeeeeee!"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"How am I containing it?" he asked, looking down at himself. "I look plenty hot."

It's just he liked looking pretty instead of looking like a slut and the clothes he bought reflected that. Shut up.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I meant more that you're sitting with me on the deck rather than going out and having fun," he clarified.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Your interest in my social life, while touching, is weirding me out," Chuck half-joked.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Never mind, Chuck, you're not getting it," he said. "Just forget I said anything. How much money did you drop on clothes anyway?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Nine, ten thousand," he said, ignoring the first part because he didn't feel like fighting again. "I don't remember for sure."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"So, what happens if you change back to a guy tomorrow?" Hannibal asked. "What're you gonna do with all those clothes?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck shrugged. "I don't know, throw them out?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"What a waste!" Hannibal said, tsking. "Can't give them to Blair?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Hand me downs?" Chuck asked, wrinkling up his nose. It actually looked kind of cute when he did it as a girl. "God, no. It'd be an insult to offer them to her."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Sell them?" Hannibal suggested, then.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"How about...I just get rid of them?" he said slowly. He didn't really see the problem with that.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Just seems like a waste but you've got the money and I don't," he said, shrugging.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I can afford to waste," Chuck said, shrugging back at him. "I didn't think something like that would bother you."