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"Why are you excited about bein' a cougar?" He asked with a furrowed brow and baffled expression. "You got like.. ten or so years yet fer that." Nevada, you have strange ambitions.

"I like it well enough. It's fun, 'specially if its hot out." He wasn't a terribly strong swimmer, though. He wouldn't make the cut for Life Guard if it came down to it. "We didn't really have any lakes near where I lived, but I had cousins in California. I'd go there like.. once a year or so."

Otto smirked, balancing himself despite the small hip check. "My grand dream was to be the grouchy old man down the road who yells at kids to get off the damn lawn." He could play this game too.

"Louisiana." Otto replied with ease. "There was mostly farms where I lived. Not a lot to do." Small creeks could only contain a nasty little fish for so long.

"It's pretty nice in California, but crowded as Hell, yeah. I tried surfin a few times though. It's wicked fun, but really hard to do." He usually fell off his board a few times and gave up to go bask in the sun.

His head turned upward, to the sharks swimming overhead. These fish were getting bigger and bigger.

Otto had to smirk as she had a giggle fit over his imaginary future self. It was pretty accurate, and she seemed to get a kick out of it. "Them kids n' their Godless hover boards, and space cars."

"Not really. It was full of old people, so I was always by myself." He mentioned in a murmur, shrugging and averting his gaze. "N-no, I didn't work the land." It was kind of cute how excited she got about it, though. "My family owned a Funeral Home in a really small town. The rest of the town folk were farmers, though."

He paused.

"And before you get any ideas; No, I didn't work on dead bodies; my parents did." He shook his head, scratching his neck as he looked at their surroundings some more. "No, just me. My mom said she was lucky to have one kid at all. Apparently they had trouble conceiving or somethin'." He had no idea what having siblings was like. He imagined it to be annoying as Hell, but definitely more fun than being alone. Kind of like how Deus tended to be.

Otto allowed himself to be tugged along, just going with the flow of things. "Woah.. uh, I dunno? I'd be careful if I were you. Don't them things got stingers?"

Otto was startled as his hand went into the water. Though apprehensive at first as his fingers grazed the skin of the stingray, he began to relax. They did feel kind of cool. "Yeah.. woah!" Oh, woah! Now she had him petting a small shark. Okay, this was pretty damn awesome. Freaky, but awesome.

"Yeah, its annoying. People only see your age, and not you." It didn't help that he'd had quite the attitude to go with it. "Here its a little better, cause we all got things to do. Don't really matter how old ya are, everyone gets responsibilities." Deus had that going for it, anyway.

Ugh. Gale. >:C He hardly ever saw him anymore but the name always irked Otto to some degree. "Yeah.. he's uh.. I think about a year younger than me.. maybe. Not sure." He didn't know for certain though. Death had a lot of information to his convenience but rumours were hard to separate from fact.

His gaze quickly left the water, snapping to meet Nevada's. Wow, so was she really genuine about this whole 'handsome' thing? She flushed saying it after all. And now Otto had a pretty shade of pink across his face to match. She seemed convinced he usually had a fan club of giggling girls at his disposal.

His attention diverted back to the sharks and rays once again. "Yeah but.. they're not really uh... You know when women flock to toddlers and puppies, and coddle them cause they're cute? That's all those women are really doin'." Clerise and Candace, even Eva, really. Ami to some degree. "They just see me as a kid." That word felt like poison on his tongue.

"You got that right. No one else to blame for broken vases." He replied with a faint smirk. "Nah, its fine." He didn't mind the grim talk so long as it wasn't constant. As long as they were still talking and not standing in awkward silence.

Oh right, his hand. Good thing she pulled their hands back out. He wasn't sure just how bitey that little shark was. "Naps are definitely on the list." His gaze fixated on the swirling sea life below. "Drummin' mostly... n' sometimes I like gymnastic type stuff. Clerise got me into it." Its how he got the name Prodigy after all.

Ah, High School. He hadn't gone long enough to get a real view of it. A whole two months before it was back to home schooling. He didn't feel like bringing it up, and simply nodded to her talk of it.

He gave her a lazy sideways glance at the mention of cougars again. Did he look like cougar bait to her? It was kind of funny how it had been brought up a second time. "Sisters, huh?" Was that what big sisters did? That kind of put it all into perspective. Irritating as it may be, he supposed it also showed they cared. He shrugged, not admitting one way or another whether he liked them or not. (He did. A lot.)

"Ami... Straight forward is right. She really lets ya know when yer buggin' her." His drumming is what had them meet in the first place. He didn't turn down his racket but he did make a friend.

Was he good? A knowing smirk crossed his features briefly. When you'd had as much free time as Otto had back home, you got good at things out of sheer boredom. Mention of Dakota and him being the cause of complaining neighbours had him turn his gaze to Nevada again, his stern features flashing into a devilish grin. "Maybe." He was the reason.

"Uuh.. flips n stuff, I guess. Like back hand springs. Cartwheels are the easiest to pull off, though. M'not as good as Clerise, but its wicked fun."

"Oh, then you'd be the expert." He jested with a knowing look. "The transition from one to the other's been shaky. I think I'm used to it now." Come to think of it, Eva once said he was a whole other person from when he'd first woken up. Maybe she was right. He did seem a lot more.. open. A lot less stuffy. A lot less angry. He supposed his 'Big Sisters' were to blame.

Adorable? Ami? Maybe. She was kind of uptight, which wasn't a trait Otto saw as adorable. "She kinda takes herself a little seriously, don't she? Maybe if she loosened up."

Another small smirk came and went, still feeling smug but not as showy this time around. When it came to drumming, he was damn confident. No reason to hide the glow. "Sure, if ya want. Drums don't sound the same without melody to go along with it, but whatever." He liked drumming by itself, but he was a drummer, so there was an appreciation for it. Most others seemed to see it as a racket.

Hand in hand he walked along with her to another area of the aquarium. Otto didn't like crowds. He hated them. He kept focused on Nevada's company in hopes of pretending no one else was around. "Yeah, it's come in handy once or twice. Brute force tends to be a little more useful though. That and speed, if ya gotta run from s**t." Then again, he'd only become a Full Hunter a month ago. Maybe more stealth missions would be in his future.

"Hm?" Whale show? Well that did sound cool, and it involved sitting down. Why not. "Yeah, sure. I'll try and think up some really awkward questions to toss at yeah." He teased with a straight face.

Otto settled beside her in a semi vacant area of the benches, glad to have some semblance of elbow room now. The constant chattering of other bodies was still rampant, but not nearly as constant.

The show began, and Otto honestly found it really interesting. He idly plucked popcorn from the bag Nevada offered, enjoying the show for all it was. For the most of it, he wondered how they trained these seals to do this stuff, and then wondered if it could be applied to Jeremy.

Could caffeinated, dandelion-headed squirrels from the Sun division be trained? Probably not. But he could try.

Otto nearly choked on his popcorn, coughing once or twice to clear his throat before giving Nevada an almost scandalized look. Almost. You don't just tell a boy you wear lace panties and expect no reaction, right? "Good to know.." He choked out, resisting the urge to ask what colour.

His face now red, either from almost choking or maybe just flushed from the information, the teen turned his gaze away as he thought of things to ask. "Uuh.... oh. You got a twin, right? Y'ever try and troll people with it? Like, one pretended to be the other?" He avoided anything involving her lace panties for now, lest his imagination run away with the thought.

"That sounds pretty damn weasily." Otto commented idly. Girls were devils, really. Tricky little devils in lace panties. "I'd be friggin paranoid if I knew someone was out there with my face."

The memory crossed his mind that Nevada had explained that Alaska had originally joined Deus with her. But she was still sleeping.. or worse. "What made her want to be a hunter if she was so goal oriented?" Otto inquired with furrowed brows. "Figured most folks did it cause they had nothin' to lose." It wasn't really a question about Nevada, but he was still sort of curious to know.