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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:33 am
Running faster and faster, knocking down anyone who got in his way. The small spitfire was seeing red for miles. As soon as he pushed through the doors, the bright sun blinding him, his feet tripped over Bix's leg. It took less than a fraction of a second for Otto to hit the ground with his face, skidding a foot or so from the leftover inertia alone.
At first, there was nothing. All that red hot rage was replaced with silence for a good long moment. Soon the world started to hum again, and Otto moved, slowly pushing himself up.
"That ********' hurt.." He grumbled, a hand holding the bridge of his nose.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:59 am
"Yeah? Doesn't it?" Bix tossed Otto his hat back. "That stinks. You should probably wash it sometime."
He offered him a hand up. Suddenly the delight of torturing Otto had faded with the other's rage. Bix was ready though, just in case the other tried to lash out. Was this some sort of lesson for the blonde? Not intentionally. But people could get him just as well as he could dish it out.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:24 am
At least he had his hat back. So, he kind of won? Yeah. Totally won. The comment about the stench of his hat was noted, giving the garment a subtle sniff before shoving it back on his head. Yeah, he should probably find time to do some laundry.
Otto was done with raging, and took the hand offered as he got himself to his feet. He was too proud at this point to utter any thank you's, though. Was there a lesson learned? Who was to say but time itself. Time and the chance of Otto's mood turning sour.
He rubbed his nose gingerly, a dirty scrape painting his now dusty face.
Kicked puppy hath been kicked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:26 am
"I got a six pack of Dr. Pepper and comic books..." Bix was maybe asking Otto to hang out. Not asking.. OFFERING. It made a difference. He was going to be doing that anyway. "If you wanna.. chill."
He looked off into the distance. Manly invitations didn't involve eye contact.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:29 am
The promise of Dr. Pepper sent off warning bells for Otto. He raised a brow at the man who didn't seem to be looking at him at all. The offer wasn't bad, it was just shifty.
"....Warnin' ya. Last guy to stiff me on Dr. Pepper got himself a broken nose."
That guy was Dakota. But Otto also got himself punched in the nose by Molly for it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:33 am
"I'm not a crazy person. Just offering to share. What's there to get punched over?" Bix shrugged. "I'll punch over comics.. you punch over soda."
Bix opened the dorm door again and waved Otto to follow if he wanted. he wouldn't hold the door open or anything. Even if he was a gentleman, Otto was certainly no lady. And even if he was one, he'd probably be some wretched shrew.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:45 am
"Fine." Bix didn't seem like he was as much of a derpy d**k as Dakota. Maybe the offer was legit. He followed after him, inwardly untrusting despite his acceptance of the offer. It beat working, it beat sitting in Candace's room bored.
"Don't think I've touched a comic book since I was ten."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:54 am
"Well you are in for a treat." Bix brightened at the prospect of sharing comic books with someone who was so out of the loop. "I try to go on weekends when I don't have duty. Pick up new ones."
Bix's room was obvious, a big sign on the door marking it 'BIX'. He'd put the paper up when he'd moved in and despite the insanity, christmas monsters, fog, jerry's bazooka, it still hung there. It was wrinkled, yellowed and charred but still there.
"The soda's warm though.. I hope that's not too big of a betrayal.." When he opened the door there was a bag of snacks that looked like he'd bought them recently but not unpacked them. Bix was luckily one of the hunter's whose room was completely untouched.
His bed was pushed into the back corner and there was a Justice League blanket spread out on the floor as if someone had been sleeping there. He had busty female superheros on his wall in poster form, Lord of the Rings action figures on his desk, and a large book case full of comic books. Everything seemed super straight, right angles and size order. OCD much?
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:02 am
Warm Dr. Pepper was fine, so long as it was there. Walking into the room Otto wasn't sure what could have prepared him for what he saw. Everything was ridiculously neat. It was like walking into a store front to a fancy pants store. Order and neatness to an obsessive degree. It was a little bit intimidating, and kind of uncomfortable. He felt like he shouldn't dare touch anything.
He walked in a bit more, his elbows nearly glued to his sides in an attempt to take up as little space as possible. "You ain't one of them crazies that wraps their books and couches in plastic are ya?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:25 am
"What? No?" he seemed unsure about the question. "Oh uh.. this umm.. I'm kind of OCD. But don't worry I am good. I just fix things up when company leaves. Plus with the dorms all screwed... I've been letting people crash on my floor." He pulled his boots off and wiggled his toes into the super fuzzy blanket on the floor.
"Your room okay?" He pulled the snack bag over and pulled out soda, chips and fruit by the foot. He left his bedroom door wide open as usual.
"Seriously.. relax.. it's okay to touch things. I don't impose my crazy on other people. Except girlfriends." He grinned a bit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:37 am
Well that wad good. He gave the okay, so Otto stopped pretending to be a decent human being and just started to rifle through his things. He pulled out a random comic book, quirking a brow and flipping through it. "My room is totalled" He replied without skipping a beat. "I'm roomin' with Candace till s**t gets settled." At least he had a bed. Still, he missed his own room. His own stuff.
"Girlfriends.." Otto looked up at Bix a moment, as if assessing him and then went back to the comic. "As in plural? Never pegged ya as a player."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 11:43 am
"Not like.. at once. Oh god I'd be dead. I'd say I was more of a... sucker." Bix popped open a bag of chips and a can, holding another can out for Otto. "People don't seem to think I'm old enough or something but I was almost done college when I came here... so you know. I've had girlfriends and all the crap that comes with it." He shrugged and munched, talking a bit through his crunching. "I'm a good boyfriend. Romantic as s**t."
"Well if you don't wanna be in a girl's room I have this floor. And comics." he didn't know Otto had a bed where he was. Just being nice.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 12:01 pm
Otto smirked slightly at Bix's correction, taking the offered can and setting the comic down beside him as he took a spot on the floor. "Girlfriends are nuthin but a pain." He replied bitterly, opening the can of pop. Other people seemed to love having them. Good for them. "Romantic, huh? Roses and beaches, n all that?" Sounded annoying.
The offer was mulled over, answered with a short shrug after a sip from the warm beverage. "I got a bed in her room. The wall between her and Gale's room got blown up. Since Gale ain't usin' his room no more Candace let me use his side." And a bed out ranked a floor, even with comic books. "Appreciate the offer, though." Especially since all his reading material was gone.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 3:53 pm
"Mmm mmm.." Bix was saying no, but chewing and shaking his head in disagreement. "Girlfriends are amazing when they are good and when they are bad, at least you get to touch boobs." He crunched on some chips again. "Cuddling is nice.. sharing a bed is great.. someone to hang with. It's really not all that bad. You just have to find a good one... if taking them out for a romantic dinner keeps them happy? Well then I am happy to do it." He shrugged. "Nice pretty soft warm body, all the time?" Bix nodded, sage-nod even. He was imparting very important advice right now.
"Oh sweet, a free bed. I want to go try to sneak into Gale's and throw a party. FOR HIM though, like a housewarming or something." He shrugged. Otto and Gale didn't get along, he was pretty sure, but Gale was his best friend so he would still talk about him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 4:08 pm
Otto lifted his furrowed gaze at Bix as he started to explain why girlfriends were amazing. Boobs, yeah he could agree to that. "Bed sharing is awesome, except for when they put their cold feet on your back." He commented, almost a hint of amusement in his voice. He had to wonder though, that maybe if he'd done more of the romantic stuff like he said, maybe she would have suck around.
But that wasn't important anymore.
Otto had no comment for Bix's ideas for Gale. It went without saying he hated the guy, or at least disliked him so much he wished for a boulder to crush his house. "Huh." He responded as nicely as he could, the disinterest for Gale's well being rather apparent. "Maybe I'll get 'im a corpse flower as a gift." He smirked crudely at the thought of it stinking up his home.
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