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ChemicalWolf! He's still doing those $15 black and white commissions if you want one!
Otis wasn't sure if agreeing to help spot Charles was a good idea. Sometimes being such a nice guy really sucks, thought the otter. Granted, when Charles was actually performing the reps, the only noise he made were the grunts as he'd push the weights up, but in between sets? He was a chatterbox. A loud, obnoxious chatterbox.
"So then I told the cub that if he couldn't put up, he could damn well shut up! HAW!" Otis almost stumbled forward as the bear's paw slapped his back a bit too hard for his liking.
"Charles, could you not hit me on the back so hard?" Maybe diplomacy and politeness would work for Charles. Maybe the bear would respect the otter's wishes.
"Whatever you say, pup!" Another slam of the paw against the back, forcing him to lean forward.
Alright, so the bear was obviously more insensitive than Otis remembered, or maybe he had short term memory loss. Enough was enough, though. He didn't need this abuse. "Enjoy the rest of your sets, Charles," he said as he turned to the direction of the locker room.
"Hey! Where ya goin'? I ain't finished yet!" Charles sounded puzzled, maybe even a bit hurt. It gave Otis a reason to pause, and he hated himself for letting Charles do that to him.
"Charles, you're a nice guy, I'm sure. I'm also fairly certain you do the things you do not out of spite, but because of how you were raised."
Charles tilted his head at Otis, muzzle scrunched up in confusion. He didn't understand at all. "Huh? What the Devil're you talkin' about, pup?"
"The backslaps, the blue humor, and the fact you like to inject too much info in any conversation you have with me and Venti. It's annoying, Charles. You have no respect for me or Venti."
"Now just hold on a minute, pup--"
"I'm done givin' you more chances, Charles. There's a reason why we don't come see you." Otis turned away again, moving into the locker room without a single glance back. As he entered the shower, he felt as if a great weight were lifted.
So why did he feel so bad?
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ChemicalWolf! He's still doing those $15 black and white commissions if you want one!Otis wasn't sure if agreeing to help spot Charles was a good idea. Sometimes being such a nice guy really sucks, thought the otter. Granted, when Charles was actually performing the reps, the only noise he made were the grunts as he'd push the weights up, but in between sets? He was a chatterbox. A loud, obnoxious chatterbox.
"So then I told the cub that if he couldn't put up, he could damn well shut up! HAW!" Otis almost stumbled forward as the bear's paw slapped his back a bit too hard for his liking.
"Charles, could you not hit me on the back so hard?" Maybe diplomacy and politeness would work for Charles. Maybe the bear would respect the otter's wishes.
"Whatever you say, pup!" Another slam of the paw against the back, forcing him to lean forward.
Alright, so the bear was obviously more insensitive than Otis remembered, or maybe he had short term memory loss. Enough was enough, though. He didn't need this abuse. "Enjoy the rest of your sets, Charles," he said as he turned to the direction of the locker room.
"Hey! Where ya goin'? I ain't finished yet!" Charles sounded puzzled, maybe even a bit hurt. It gave Otis a reason to pause, and he hated himself for letting Charles do that to him.
"Charles, you're a nice guy, I'm sure. I'm also fairly certain you do the things you do not out of spite, but because of how you were raised."
Charles tilted his head at Otis, muzzle scrunched up in confusion. He didn't understand at all. "Huh? What the Devil're you talkin' about, pup?"
"The backslaps, the blue humor, and the fact you like to inject too much info in any conversation you have with me and Venti. It's annoying, Charles. You have no respect for me or Venti."
"Now just hold on a minute, pup--"
"I'm done givin' you more chances, Charles. There's a reason why we don't come see you." Otis turned away again, moving into the locker room without a single glance back. As he entered the shower, he felt as if a great weight were lifted.
So why did he feel so bad?
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Category All / All
Species Bear (Other)
Size 864 x 648px
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I had somebody like Charles latch onto me one time. Did pretty much the same as Otis, tried to tough it out but ended up snapping at them. I felt better after, as it was all stuff that needed to be said, but still felt like crap in some ways. Kind of left the place before I could say anything to them to follow up, or explain myself better. Hoping Otis doesn't leave things that way, but still holds his ground if a confrontation arises.
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