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Otto, outside of Ripley's dorm room, took his nails to the door and dragged them downward. Once out of reach, his hands were brought back up to as high as he could reach, and his nails dragged back down again.

This continued until there was a response; preferably a Ripley answering the door in a huff.

"Who gives a s**t about you?" Otto shot back, his extended arm drifting back down to make an urgent meeting with his pocket. The blond peeked around Ripley, more to be a pest than actually look at anything.

"So like.. I got an issue that needs solving." He stared up at the man, an ornery expression firmly in place. "Solve it for me."

Otto's mouth snapped shut as Ripley shot him down a bit too quickly. His blue eyes flicked around as he thought of a new strategy. "But uh.. you don't know what it is yet."

Otto frowned, panic building as Ripley started to pull back. s**t! His "passive bad boy approach" wasn't working! The young man stammered a bit while he thought of an excuse; his hands leaving his pockets to reach out tentatively in case a door did indeed close.

"Ah, but... uhm..."

"...please?"

"I wanna bake a cake, but I don't know how." Otto said quickly. There. Two seconds in and he was on fire.

"Y-yeah.." Otto murmured, wringing his hands. "The girls are busy.."

Otto tried not to smile. He had a reputation to uphold, and his girl's had done a job tearing away his perfectly perfect mask of grouchiness. The blond turned and started towards the second floor of the dorms, leading Ripley to his apartment.

It was a sad state of affairs inside the boy's kitchen. Ingredients were strewn around the island counter top, as if some amateur had attempted to make a cake previously.

Otto made no mention of his attempts to bake on his own. In fact he ignored the mess entirely. He hated asking for help, and more so than asking for help was the dread of asking for something altogether. Such as attention on his Birthday. In fact he hadn't even mentioned it to his girls. They weren't around, and he simply assumed they wouldn't be around the next day either.

Otto shoved the mess nonchalantly aside and grabbed the recently cleaned bowls and utensils from the sink. "Wait, so do you even know how to bake or.." Or was he going to 'wing it' like Totally Not Otto had attempted.

"Well if you didn't, then like..." Otto turned a little red, shoving stuff at Ripley for him to use. "I dunno... we'd fail at it as a team. I hear that's supposed to be fun."

Otto decided not to have too much of a hand in making the batter. Instead he helped grabbed what his old friend needed, seeing as Otto knew where everything was in his own kitchen. The only reason it had any of these things at all was thanks to other people making use of it.

"So when's your Birthday again? I think I missed Maebe's...." He still felt guilty, even if he did treat her to a trip to Hawaii. "And Cami's is soon...ish. Pretty sure. God I hope I didn't miss her's either." How was a guy supposed to find this stuff out? Asking? Psshaw!