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It had taken some time to get comfortable that night given his newly dislocated arm. So when he had gotten comfy and fallen asleep, he had hoped he would have had ample amounts of rest.

But then it hit him.

A pillow, that is.

"MMPH!" He grunted, startled awake, icy blue eyes flicking up to the assaulter. "Nevada?! Wh...why!?" He bellowed bewilderedly, leaning on his good arm to sit up. Was this revenge for breaking her heart?

Otto rubbed his face with his good arm, a little more awake each passing second. Groggy, but awake.

His gaze lifted a little more aware as she admitted she needed a friend. It always felt surreal, being considered a friend. Then again, Nevada was one of the few people Otto hadn't actively tried to piss off.

"Uh... not anymore." He replied bluntly, leaning up a bit more but still unwilling to leave the warmth of his blankets. Still too groggy for that.

"What's wrong?" He asked a little more genuinely.

Otto allowed her to get comfortable, ruffling his hair out of its bedheaded state. He dropped his hand as she began to speak, turning to see the girl curl up with a pillow.

He felt a bit bad he hadn't realized she'd gotten herself a boyfriend since the last time they'd talked. But keeping up with people tended to be difficult, even with rampant rumours and twitter statuses. He was honestly surprised some relationships managed to last on the island because of it. Heck, he barely got to see his own girlfriend... "Sure.. I can do that." He murmured, surprisingly willing to listen to her worries over ice cream.

"Guess this means I gotta put clothes on.."

. . .

He... was wearing pyjama bottoms. He wasn't actually naked okay.

"It's dislocated." Otto replied in a mumble. "Not a mission. Caelius did it." Just in case she had any ideas about getting revenge like some other women he could mention.

The teen managed to drag himself out of bed, fumbling slightly as he was still groggy. "If yer bashful then turn away." He grumbled, pulling clothes from the floor to prepare to get dressed.

Yep. He was just going to change right then and there, lady present and all.

yw nyx how r dem feels

"Caelius don't know the meanin' of the word.." Remorse. Empathy. Restraint. Caelius didn't seem to know a lot of things. "Sometimes I wonder if he's even human."

Otto hadn't checked to see if Nevada was covering her eyes or not, too tired to really care yet. Her giggles went ignored until she piped up again. He lightly rolled his eyes, pulling up a pair of orange sweats a little quicker.

"Briefs are fer little kids.." He grumbled groggily, perhaps not allowing himself to comprehend he had been peeked at. He pulled on a baggy t-shirt, clumsily slipped into some shoes, and waited at the door.

"Ya comin'?" Ice Cream for breakfast. Champ.

"Same as usual." Otto murmured as they walked, getting his sling secured once more now that he was dressed. "I don't get to see her much, but that comes with the territory." It was probably best that she didn't see Otto hurt anyway. It was as if every other time they spent time together, Otto had been somehow injured.

"Took her to the beach for some surfin some time ago, at least." He paused and gave Nevada a weary glance. Didn't she just suffer a break up? Did she really want to hear about his girlfriend right now?

"Oh.." Otto hadn't even considered the fact she'd try anything. Was it that he trusted her, or that he was that daft? Maybe both. Let's go with both.

Otto's eyes widened slightly at their new surroundings. Where was this? Otto had never been here before. It looked kind of familiar, like he might have seen it in a book or TV before. His very unworldly mind had trouble placing it. "Wheeeere.. are we?" He asked subtly, walking through the door she opened for him. "Oh, uh yeah.. hungry.."