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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:45 pm
Oh…Molly knew how to handle someone sticking their tongue out at her. “Are you allergic to bees?” She questioned. “Because your tongue is swelling up!” She then giggled, and reached out and poked the teen in the side.
Just…don’t ask.
Oh my…that was some rather colorful language! Molly placed a hand against her cheek and her brows furrowed. “….Oh…bored…huh? Well…” She drummed her fingers against her skin. “…How about we play a game or something!” She offered. Bitches Kids loved games, right? Right. “I think I saw a stack of Uno cards somewhere…!” Uno cards? Somewhere?
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 12:55 pm
Molly was weird.
Very very weird.
Otto squirmed as he was poked in the side, his breath hitching ever so as he flinched away. That was a close one. He almost laughed.
"That's a dumb game." Otto grouched, sliding out of his chair and flopping to the ground, rolling away. Did it hurt? Yes, but he felt like squirming.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 1:10 pm
Molly’s face fell as Otto declared Uno a dumb game. No…No…Uno was the best game ever!
Regardless, the Mist trainee, settled onto the ground next to him when he went down to the ground as well. “…Well…uh…” She seemed to be struggling with someone to do. “…What would you like to do?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 1:16 pm
Bitter Otto was bitter about not being able to do actual fun things like train or drum. "Just leave me here to diiiie."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 1:19 pm
Aww…that was so…pathetic heart wrenching!
“Ooooh, you’re not going to die, Otto!” The young woman tried to reassure, reaching out to smooth some hairs back in a motherly like gesture. After which, she then reaching out to poke his side multiple times. “Come on, turn that frown upside down! There’s plenty to do if you just put your mind to it!”
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 1:22 pm
Oh no.
Not the sides.
Otto flinched, and wriggled away, stifling involuntary laughter. Dammit, that tickled! And he hated it. Nothing worse than laughing while seething. "No!" He insisted, working to get himself sitting up. "There ain't nuthin to do but eat and die!"
Must... flee!
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 1:25 pm
Hehe, Otto was almost laughing!
Molly hovered over him, and poked his sides some more. “Aww, but Otto, you can’t eat if you die!” Oh! She snapped her fingers. “Would you like to go to the cafeteria then, for some lunch?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:25 pm
Oh no.
He was laughing.
Not the snide laughter like laughing at someone's pain. No, he was laugh laughing. Due to the act of being tickled. He cursed in between giggles and batted her hands away.
"F-fine! Cafeteria! Just don't poke me no more!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:50 am
Awwww Otto was just so cute ~ !
As he more or less gave in, Molly pulled her hands back and pushed herself back to her feet, peering down at the Death trainee with a tilt of her head. She held out both of her hands to him then, to help him up. “Cafeteria it is!” She cheered.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:40 am
Otto accepted the help begrudgingly, wobbling a bit as he put pressure on his bad foot. " he grumbled. Otto sat in his chair of wonders backwards so he faced the back rest and started to roll along toward the cafeteria.
"Y'always this persuasive?" He grouched at the curly haired woman, rolling his chair along with his good foot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:00 am
As soon as Otto was seated, Molly just grabbed the chair and started to push him in it.
“Persuasive?” She echoed, and then smiled. “You think I’m persuasive, really!?” That was really nice of Otto, laying on a compliment like that. She continued to push his chair to the cafeteria, humming a bit happily. “So, tell me a bit about yourself!”
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:08 am
"Er...yeah sure." That wasn't supposed to be a compliment! How dense was this woman? Otto huffed. Dense she may be, at least she was pushing his chair for him. He rested his bare feet on the inner part of the chair's legs and rested his weight on the backrest.
May as well enjoy the ride!
"Huh? Er.." What a vague question. Otto didn't really like talking about himself, surprisingly. "You first. Tell me what yer deal is." Not as if he cared. It was simply better than listening to the squeaking of the chair's wheels.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:37 am
Molly rolled the chair around the corner, humming still until Otto questioned her.
“My deal?” She echoed, her brows furrowing. “What…do you mean by that?” Such interesting wording! Molly wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that, though, so she waited for clarification.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:19 pm
Guh.
"Uh.. ya'know. What makes you... 'you'.." Otto winced and felt as if he was going to regret tasking that. The last thing he wanted was to listen to anyone's life story. It still beat talking about himself.
"Keep it short.."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:23 pm
…Well..that was kind of an odd question, but Molly would humor him! She didn’t mind.
“What makes me…me…well…light skin…I have lots and lots of freckles….and my hair is strawberry blonde and curly…and my eyes are hazel!” There. That was nice and short too, right? She sure hoped so. Soon enough, she was rolling Otto and the chair right into the cafeteria, and up to where the food counter was.
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