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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 7:34 pm
As soon as Otto pulled the beanie on, Molly couldn’t help but start to fuss with his hair. Her fingers came up, pushing his bangs this way and that, straightening out and smoothing others smooshed by the beanie. Some things never changed.
“Oh, I do say! Skulls and cross bones are all over the place, and that smiley emoticon face well…it just reminded me of you…” She giggled a bit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 7:43 pm
Otto's expression was sheepish at her chatting, putting up with the fussing of his hair like a champ. He'd fight it when he felt better. For now? Let her fuss. He really didn't want to do anything that might make her leave. He wanted company as long as he was in a wakeful state.
What did the emote look like again? Oh right.. a grumpy face. Well, yes. That was certainly very Otto, he supposed. It didn't surprise him that's how others saw him.
Otto leaned over enough to grab the cola again, taking a small sip from it. Mmmmm bubbles.
"...Thanks." He mumbled quietly. "..for the hat and the stuff.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:06 pm
Molly kept on fussing until she was satisfied, and then leaned back, resting her hands on her lap as she watched him with a small smile.
Color her surprised though, as he thanked her.
Her eyes widened momentarily and her smile faded, her lips parting in surprise. ….Awwwwwww. She giggled then, bringing her fingertips to her lips as she beamed at him. “You’re most welcome! Anytime, Otto!” Molly fell silent for a moment, staring at him fondly for a bit before she hummed softly. “Um…did…you want to hear a story or anything…?”
Because bitches kids like stories.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:11 pm
Oh no.. that look she gave him. Otto flushed lightly and looked away.
Story?
His gaze returned to meet hers, pondering an answer. He took another sip from the cola and then nodded. "..sure.." he murmured softly. As long as he didn't have to talk about himself, he was okay. He was never good at spilling his feelings. And now? There were too many feels and an even thicker wall to compensate. He was scared to let them out, scared of them flooding his senses and making a fool of himself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 3:10 pm
Molly was thoughtful, humming a bit again as she thought of what story she could tell him. She finally settled on one, and then settled into her chair. To give her credit, it wasn’t a Disney story, but a myth of an Irish hero that her mother had often told her when she was young. Disney had nothing on heroes of Myth after all.
The Mist trainee spoke animatedly until the end of the tale came, and whether the young man was asleep or not, she stayed with him. In fact, the only reason she left at all was because visiting hours were up, but she’d make sure to come back the next day…after all, she didn’t want him to get lonely. That was a pretty terrible feeling.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 3:13 pm
He was honestly surprised the story was not about Teletubbies. Surprised and grateful. Since it was Molly, and all. While he was mildly interested, he was also tired. The boy fell asleep part way through the tale, and all the way through the night.
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