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Otto was indeed a big advocate of NOT staying at the Infirmary. But as it stood, Ophelia was a danger to herself otherwise. Or so it seemed. For now he let her go now that she was standing, taking a step back and away.

"Cook? Great, and what? Burn down the kitchen?" Otto glared at her, and motioned to her injured shoulder. One fumbled frying pan and she could burn herself. "It's a disaster waitin' to happen."

"Whatever. Make a sandwich." Otto shrugged his shoulders in an animated gesture. "I ain't the boss'o ya. Have at'er, Gimpy."

The blond turned to walk away. He'd used his monthly quota of nice points just helping her up. "Don't fall again, girly, cause I ain't helpin'ya up a second time."

Otto contemplated that offer for a moment. Did he want to wait around for a sandwich? It was always best when someone else made them. And to be honest Ophelia made a decent sandwich.

But that involved interacting. Otto was still downtrodden and put off without Tenya. He didn't want to be with people right now, despite his increased sense of loneliness.

Then again.. he wasn't all that hungry after all. "No. I don't want any." Besides, the more he catered to her needs the more people might think he gave a s**t. Street cred was in danger. She needed to get her a** back to the infirmary anyway.

"Later." He waved a hand and dragged his feet down the hall.