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 Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 12:32 pm
"Oh." Otto would have felt sheepish were he a little more sensitive, but as it stood, it was simply a question now answered.
"Nah, s'long as ya ain't one of them radicals, we're good." Otto said simply enough, sliding the ice pack off his lump. Otto wasn't a stranger to religious practices. While he himself wasn't really someone who placed much faith in a higher being, his family made a living catering to the after life. Funerals had a good helping of that sort of stuff.
Otto tossed the bag back to Lex since he seemed closer to the freezer. "Catch. That things givin' me a headache."
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 12:38 pm
Catching the bag and stuffing it in the freezer, Lex gave Otto a wink and a nod. "Yeah...not really a fanatic. I mean, the thought of killing Demons is pretty awesome, but I do enjoy life's simple pleasures." The brunette laughed, tossing the apple core into the trash.
"My offer still stands though. Need some help with this oven?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 12:42 pm
Seeing the Halloween folk as demons? Sometimes he really had to wonder about that. As it stood though, he definitely could place that label on the Horsemen. The mere thought of that clan made his blood boil, or alternatively run cold.
"Yeah, sure. Why not." Otto said with a shrug. "Quicker its done, the better."
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 1:03 pm
"Good deal." Lex stripped his scarf and coat, laid them on the counter, and kneeled in front of the stove. Dear God it was rank!
"What do you people cook in here, fecal pie?" He coughed out, taking a metal scrubber to the right side wall of the confectionery device. Ick.
<< Haha, putting yourself in your place this time, whelp? >>
< More like being a decent human being while building friendships. >
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 1:14 pm
Good, he had someone to help him with the oven of ungodly horrors. Misery loves company.
"Don't know, don't wanna know." Otto said with a strained voice, trying not to breathe in the odor of the oven again. Wrapping his scarf around his face, Otto grabbed the spatula again and started to chisel away the crusty muck off the oven walls.
"Ain't never had to do more than dishes at home before I came here." Otto mumbled within the scarf, furiously scraping at the crud. "How'd they let it get so nasty?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 1:34 pm
"Really? Just how old are you?" Lex kept the condescension out of his voice, but it was there in his head. Never had to do anything but clean the dishes? At Lex's age, Mother had him mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, cooking, cleaning, and basically just about everything because she had a club to run.
A club that popped up and lasted for only about three months at a time. Then she'd sue an employee for something, get compensation, and try it again.
Oh, and he had to manage the club at night too. Big freaking whoop.
He scraped away at more crust, breathing in only through his mouth. Awful.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 1:40 pm
Ugh. The subject of age. Otto huffed indignantly, but answered anyway. "Seventeen." He said flatly, scraping at a rather concentrated lump of mystery muck more furiously.
"I tried mowing the lawn once but dad is totally a**l about it being perfect, so I got banned from it." Which sucked, because Otto actually preferred outdoor chores. Oh well.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 7:21 pm
A small smirk passed Lex's lips, counter to the furrow of his brow. Only seventeen...and still more experienced that him. Not in the ways of the world, per se, but in field and battle. It just didn't rub Lex the right way.
But he continued to smile about it.
"Well, at least you tried." Lex attacked what looked like a charred leg of some poor creature stuck to the bottom of the oven. "Some snots out there just expect mommy and daddy to do everything for them. It's kind of disgusting."
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2012 7:37 pm
"Never said I did any of it willingly. Don't go singin' my praises yet." Otto said with a small amount of amusement. He finally managed to get a good chunk of blackened food off from the side of the oven. He huffed and brushed it aside, starting work on another bit.
Otto wasn't so good at small talk, and hesitated in saying much else. Talking about himself seemed awkward somehow. He wasn't used to it.
"So, what? Were you any better?" He asked with some sass.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:56 am
Lex had to chuckle at Otto's denial of doing his chores willingly. "Still, you could have just outright refused." He shook his head, thinking of all the kids he used to know, finally getting that melted creature leg off the side of the oven wall.
"Me? Well, my dad worked with me while doing chores - it made it easier, and a bit more fun." Lex smiled in fondness, and took on an oven rack that was coated in black soot. "I ended up doing all of the work eventually, though."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 1:03 pm
Refused? Hah. "Sure, and suffer a few whops on the head with a mixin' sppon. No thanks." That was just his mom. He never cared to test his father's limited patience. He was a brat but he also valued his life.
"He helped?" Otto made a face underneath his scarf. "Like.. legit helped or just nagged at you like a backseat driver?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 1:38 pm
"Well, there is that." Another chuckle, followed by a few coughs and hacks thanks to unearthing some soot. Eugh.
Lex gave Otto another scanning glance, and a sad smile. Otto must not have had the greatest parents...or at least the best father. "Yeah, he would get on his knees and pull weeds with me, or prune one side of mother's rose bush while I did the other side." A sigh as he scraped more soot onto the bottom of the oven. "But then he left, and I was left doing everything, and running mom's pop up clubs."
<< Getting a little soppy there, whelp? >>
"Ah, sorry, pity parties are the worst. I'm sure you're life was harder than mine."
Keep scrubbing, don't say anything.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 1:48 pm
"He left?" Otto just added to the list of why dads sucked a**. "Classy." He said with some attitude, jabbing at another hunk of EW THIS ONE IS SQUISHY! Otto shuddered and scraped it off into a nearby bucket of waste.
"Pop up clubs? What're those?" The southern boy asked, wondering if he really did mean night clubs.
Otto rolled his eyes and shrugged, sliding away from the oven to grab a nearby bottle of All Purpose spray. "I dunno if it was worse or not. It's over with now, anyway." He said with a scowl.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 2:12 pm
"Eh, the reason he left was more classy than you'd think." He shrugged as much as he could in the oven, and continued to scrape soot. "Halfway there." He muttered, with increasing effort. These people obviously had no skilled cooks, or responsible ones.
"Night clubs that appear one day, and are gone in the next few weeks. Mostly do to bad owners." He ended the sentence with more strength in tone and force in muscle than was necessary. "It happens a lot in Vegas, if you're not connected to the casinos."
"Yeah, old lives are gone. Blank slates are nice." He swapped out his metal scrubber for a bundle of paper towels to pick up all the soot that had collected at the bottom of the oven. "Though I imagine in there are people here that want another blank slate."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 2:39 pm
"Vegas? Dang.." Big city life sounded badass to Otto, who grew up in the boonies. "Sounds like a waste of money.." Otto murmured regarding night clubs.
"More like tainted slates." Otto corrected, spraying the cleaner on the sides of the oven. "Old habits die hard."
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