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 Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:40 pm
Molly looked up from the hoodie, blinking.
“…The pod did what?” She asked. “A loony toon?” She gasped, one hand coming up to her mouth. “Otto, that’s not nice! Jeremy’s absolutely delightful!” She may have smiled way too much after she said that, as her freckled fingers ran over his hoodie once more. “…Hey Otto?” She suddenly asked, glancing up at the boy with a furrowed brow.
“Do you think I should get a hair cut?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 5:44 pm
"Delightful!? He's bonkers!" He raised a hand up and waved it around to emphasize the point.
"Why would ya wanna cut it? It looks fine the way it is." He then stopped himself there, humming in thought. "Unless ya think it'll get in the way during a fight. That's why I cut mine." It had gotten so long it covered his eyes, which was fine usually, since he'd tuck it under his hats. However, shorter hair tended to be easier to maintain. Not that he brushed it much anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:12 pm
Molly gasped again. “Otto!” She scolded softly. “He is not! That’s not nice to say at all!” Sorry Otto…it was Molly, and she couldn’t see the bad or the off in people.
The Mist trainee seemed to perk up as Otto told her it looked nice. Aww! That was a nice thing to say, actually! “…Oh! I…didn’t think about that, actually!” Molly admitted with a sheepish grin. “That’s a good point…but it hasn’t been a concern yet…I think…” Molly frowned briefly, before it relaxed into a smile. “My hair used to be even longer!” She informed him. Even longer meaning…a wild mass of curls.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:40 pm
"Yeah, well duh. I'm not nice." Otto reminded her with a raised brow. Or at least he still insisted he wasn't.
"Well, if it gets too long, you could always tie it back?" He leaned his head back to get a look at her wild curls, wondering if tying it up would be an issue. "Longer? Wouldn't that be hard to brush? It's kinda thick, right? Yanno, my grandpa had this sheep dog. And it's fur got super knotted all the time. He made me brush it a lot. It was damned near impossible to untangle."
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:59 pm
“Oh, that’s not true!” Molly giggled, waving a hand at him. “You’re very nice, just rough around the edges, that’s all, and there’s nothing wrong with that!” She beamed.
Molly then giggled happily when Otto talked about a sheep dog, and compared her hair to one. The Mist trainee nodded her head vigorously, sending the curls bouncing everywhere. “Oh, yes! It was very hard to brush! Just like a sheep dog’s!” She leaned, and brushed her fingers through his bangs, giggling softly. “I like your hair right now! It’s really nice…sometimes I wish mine was that thin.” She leaned back. “Did you have to brush your grandpa’s sheep dog a lot? Did it run through bushes and such after sheep?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:07 pm
Otto rolled his eyes softly and shrugged his shoulders. There was no convincing Molly that everyone was anything short of wonderful special snowflakes. Mentally he smirked upon hearing Molly accept his analogy.
See?
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Otto lightly flicked some of his bangs after Molly had ruffled them, "It don't tangle much at all, anyway." He then furrowed his brows and glared at her. "Wait, unless you were complimenting the pink. The pink needs to hurry up and go." Washing and washing had only lightened the colour ever softly. He'd have to wait for it to grow. Unfortunately, Otto's hair grew kind of slowly. Stunted. Much like his overall height...
"It did." He began as he recollected the past. "After a damn hour brushin' his fur, he'd come back with friggn burs n' twigs in it. Dumb dog.."
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:14 pm
“Oh, no, I wasn’t talking about the pink…but the pink is very cute, too!” She informed him cheerfully.
Molly laughed as Otto recalled what the dog did, because she could just see it in her head. A big fluffy dog, coming back all dirty and covered in twigs and burs. “Maybe he did it because he knew you’d brush him again.” Molly replied, amusement and delight still evident in her tone. “That sort of reminds me of my sister.” She mused. “With hair like mine, I’d have to pull the silliest things out of it…” Molly went back to patching up the hoodie.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:18 pm
"God..." She used the C word. Otto shook his head and huffed, mentally cursing Jeremy and Heidi's names.
"Probably. Silly b*****d." Otto grumbled lightly. He had been fond of that dog, even if it did give him Hell. "A dog reminds you of your sister?" It didn't take a moment after that as Molly explained it had to do with hair tangles.
"Was she rollin' in the burs, too?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:26 pm
Molly just continued to beam, and then laughed as she kept sewing. “Oh yes, she’d roll and tumble and play in whatever she could when we’d go outside.” She replied, and then moved away from the topic without skipping a beat. “I like having those little critters in the Life labs…it’s like having a whole bunch of pets!” Molly gushed.
“Too bad there aren’t any sheep dogs, though!”
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:32 pm
Otto noticed the sudden change in subject, and part of him wondered if there was something more to the little sister story than tangled hair. But he himself usually despised having his thoughts pried into, so he kept silent on the subject, allowing it to slide. After all, it could be nothing at all.
"Yeah... real sheep dogs. Not something made from human fear.." He muttered, pulling up his knees and resting his chin on his arms. "What're doin' there anyway. Stitching his name in it so he don't mix it up with the other kids hoodies?" Another jab at Jeremy's mental state, yes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:43 pm
“Maybe next leave, we should go find real sheep dogs!” Molly mused, and paused as Otto spoke.
“What? No, that’s not—“ Molly paused, staring down at the hoodie with a blank look. After a moment she gasped. “That’s actually a really good idea!” She cried. “That way he’ll know it’s his, and everyone else will know too!” As if they couldn’t tell by the seagull designs and all the patches on it already. “Otto, I need to learn how to embroider!”
When joking backfires, you’re welcome, Otto.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:48 pm
"Sure, but we can't take them back with us. They'd blow up from the air here. Or I guess the Fear in the air. But tomato potato or whatever." He waved a hand and shrugged.
No.. she fell for it. She really, truly did. The only thing that would have made this better if he didn't know that Jeremy would probably like if she did that. The more excited she got about it, the more Otto seemed to shake, his face starting to go red.
And then he lost it.
Otto began howling with laughter, burying his face in his hands. His stomach it hurt so badly as he laughed that he settled a hand on it as if it might ebb the burn.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:52 pm
Molly didn’t reply to Otto, or notice his face was getting red for that matter, because she had pulled her phone out, and gotten on Twitter. It seemed like a good place to ask someone to teach her how to embroider! After sending out the tweet, Molly put her phone away, and startled as Otto burst out laughing.
She blinked, and brought her finger tips up to her lips, confused.
“…Uh…” She must have missed what was so funny. Darn. She looked down one and of the pod room, and then to the other…hrm. Maybe Otto was remembering a joke or something.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 7:57 pm
Otto slowly seemed to settle down, fighting the urge to giggle again as he looked up at Molly and her innocent face. "Yeah.. yeah you go learn to do that. Embroider his underwear while yer at it." He snickered again, leaning back and heaving a breath. He didn't allow himself to laugh much at all, let alone go into a fit of it. Consider yourself honoured, Molly.
But then he realized how grave this was and his face fell into horror. He looked up at the curly haired girl and narrowed his eyes. "But don't you dare touch my clothes, okay?" He warned seriously. "...Unless ya wanna embroider my initials on some towels. That'd be fancy as Hell." He cringed then shook his head. "Wait, never mind. That'd just be weird."
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 8:05 pm
Molly didn’t even care to know what Otto was laughing at anymore…not after his new joke. Molly’s eyes widened and her lips parted. The hamster was spinning that wheel hard in her head. “You’re absolutely right!” Molly cried, dead serious. “I need to label his boxers too! That way he won’t lose them or get them mixed up with anyone else when he does laundry!”
The young woman nodded her head. “I’ll initial your towels!” She assured. “That way no one takes them!” Due to selective listening, Molly didn’t hear the ‘don’t do it’ part.
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