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Because of his experience, being a Full hunter, Otto's cold didn't last any more than a day. However, everything else did. The cruise had left him shell shocked. He'd not slept, nor eaten. He could barely manage to even attempt to distract himself, even though he'd just found out he'd gotten a bonus and extra vacation days out of it.

The teen was still in pjs, with a blanket wrapped around him like armor as he sat on the couch staring at the floor. The floor he kept imagining covered in centipedes and spiders.

But then there was a soft knock at the door.

Otto's wide gaze flicked to the door, then back down to the floor. The bugs aren't real. It's all in his head. Maybe if he just asked them to come in on their own? Or maybe if he stayed quiet, he wouldn't have to do anything. But on the other hand, he didn't want to be alone.

"...second..." He muttered, slowly inching one foot down onto the floor. His hallucination seemed to pass, and a breif reprieve of sanity returned. Both feet were planted down, and Otto cautiously walked to the door, ignoring the ghost tingles of tiny feet skittering over his skin. He wondered how long that paranoia would last.

Opening the door at last, he was relieved to find Nevada, carrying the plush toy he'd gotten her. "Hey."

Normally Otto wasn't overly fond of hugs, but for a variety of reasons; one being Nevada seemed sick, he accepted and returned it. "Been better." He replied honestly, "S'alright. I was too for a bit. C'mon in." He let her go and let her inside his room.

"Help yerself." He gestured to the usual pillow pile in the center of his room as he shut the door, a large variety of blankets also scattered across the floor, his bed and the couch.

"Didja sleep at all?" Oddly he found fussing over someone else almost therapeutic. The less he had to focus on himself, the less traumatized he felt. He almost felt normal.

"Right." Otto replied to confirm her thought. He felt Tenya's ego puff up on his mind. An expert weapon, who knew Otto's body well. Their bond so strong that little could rattle his bones aside from mental trauma. She was still working on that part of healing.

As Tenya babbled in his mind, Otto did his best to ignore it in favour of giving his guest attention. Speaking of, she seemed right comfortable now.

Otto listened to her woes, grabbing two juice boxes from the mini fridge and setting one down by the pillow mound that swallowed Nevada. "I didn't sleep." He admitted, sitting down on the floor for now. "N'yeah.. I think we'll all be seein' creepy crawlies for a good long while." Eyes closed or open. It didn't make much difference.

Otto waited, wondering if Nevada had come over just to crash. It almost seemed like it. He leaned an elbow on his knee, cupping his cheek in one hand and staring at a wall until Nevada spoke up, apparently still awake.

How could he say no to that? Well.. easily, actually. But he didn't feel like kicking her out.

"You can sleep over." He'd even give up his bed, but it seemed like she liked the floor for now. Not that he planned to be able to sleep at all. "I ain't got no movies or tv in here." He admitted, his gaze scanning his room. "I don't wanna pony up the cash to get anythin' runic'd. I only got the fridge cause it was in here already."

But then how was he supposed to keep her entertained? "I got an mp3player and some books. And the drums, but you ain't playin' them while yer sick."

Otto's eyes widened as she stood. Her wobbling did not help ease any worry of her tumbling or swooning. He huffed as she answered a text message, not looking overly happy for anything related to Gale. They weren't at each other's throats thanks to their truce, but it didn't mean he liked him. Little did he know, he had indeed met Stormy; aka the chic who called him a swooning pirate queen.

Otto stood as Nevada seemed to turn her attention back to his drums. "Yanno you'll just end up getting yourself dizzy and pass out if you bang on those drums." He offered with a raised brow. "Then I'll have to drag yer sorry a** back to bed. And I'll draw stuff on your face as punishment."

"I doubt I'll be in awe. More like I'll be AWEfully annoyed at the noise." Much like he'd done to his parents when he was first learning the drums.

Otto not mean? That was a first. Otto was pretty sure he was totally mean and not a softy in the least. He was convinced. Total badass in a tiny package, okay?

But yeah he'd probably totally baby her. But only cause she was a friend.

Otto snorted as she failed at walking, falling into his pillow pile. It was a good thing that was there, lest she scrape her nose against the carpet. He pulled one of the heavier comforters from his bed and threw it over her head. "Yeah, no. Yer stayin' put."

The blonde shuffled toward the closet, getting something out of a box, and then placing it where he assumed was within reach of Nevada.

It was a pair of bongo drums.

"That's more your speed, yeah?"

Hahaha. World ending. . . . :I

Oh well. He won. Nevada was happily distracted and not in danger of contaminating his drum set with her sickness. The blonde sat nearby with his cheek in hand as she padded away at the small set of drums, mildly amused at the silly antics of Sick!Nevada.

Otto blinked, looking down as Nevada mumbled a compliment before passing out. Wait, really? Did she seriously pass out?

He felt the need to test.

He prodded her forehead with a forefinger just to be sure.