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 Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 8:52 pm
Otto gave her a long stare, icy eyes like windows to his pondering thoughts. As if it was a hard decision. One chocolate bar was tossed on Nevada, a Mars bar to be specific. The rest of the bag was tossed down beside the pillow pile, and Otto sat down alongside it. "Fine. I'll share. This counts as my owed chocolate though." No ifs, ands or buts.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 11:06 am
Nevada gave him a long stare back, but her eyes weren't icy windows. They were wide and expectant.
Like Come on dude, give me some. Just give me some.
She caught the bar, absolutely beaming at him before unwrapping and taking a small nibble. Oh god, Rich silky smooth chocolate with caramel. It was heaven.
"Okay!" Nevada chirped as she ate and smiled wider at him. It was probably the most she had smiled since she had been with Stormy waking up.
"Hey Otto....When I get better and stuff...Will you train with me for a bit?" She licked her fingers and sighed, "I need to become a better mist hunter...so I need to shadow other hunters. You're one of the best Death ones right? Do you mind if I do Handsome?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 12:05 pm
It was nice to see Nevada happy, after what she seemed to have gone through. He knew that fear and pain, even if he'd never lost a part f his own body to it. Well with such a happy smile like that beaming up at him, it was hard to stay grouchy. So he lightened up a bit as he ate his own chocolate bar, seemingly less tight assed like usual. But then it happened again. Another one was asking him for training. He needed to start checking the bathroom doors for his number, because apparently everyone was coming to him for a good time. He was about to b***h about it when she said something that threw him off; You're one of the best Death ones right?Otto stared at her with eyes so wide he might be able to see through time to find the lies. "I'm the... what? Who said that?" Clearly someone was out to make fun of him. Where was Nevada getting this silly information? "Oh wait, you're just saying that to butter me up so I'll say yes." He huffed and leaned back, taking another bite from his chocolate. Mild disappointment.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 12:14 pm
"That's silly, Do I need to butter you up for me to train with you?" She set the candy bar down and reached over to squish his face between her hands.
"Otto you are so handsome and sweet and terribly cute when you get upset. And when you fight on the battlefield it's like watching a olympian god fight. All the glorious shining abs and golden armor and weapons-" This was starting to get cheesy, "I would be so fortunate as a mortal to be trained by one of the death gods."
She let his cheeks go and sat back in the pillow pile, laughing.
'Nobody said you were the best. But me. And I have my reasons." She held up her hand. "1. You are still alive. 2. Caelius still sends you out on missions, 3. I am pretty sure you've had a lot of people asking 4. you're a death hunter, not trainee. 5. Because I said so."
She returned to her candy bar.
"So are you going to?" Train me eyes focued on Otto. Train meeeeeeeeee Senpaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 12:22 pm
Otto's face remained delightfully crabby even as she squished them. His eyes trained on hers as she pouted off sweet and terrible lies to tease him. "Do you write bad teen movies in your spare time?" He commented as she went on about shining abs. He finally sighed with surrender. "Yeah, fine. I'll do what I can. I ain't got a whole lot to teach, so I really don't get why people keep asking me." If he had to do another extra trip to Halloween in a golem he might just flip his s**t. He was so sick of having to make nice with monsters, pretending to be someone else. It made his stomach turn. He just hoped all that hard work would mean an end result that meant no more visits in golems. It was a hope that kept him going.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 12:44 pm
Sweet terrible cheesy lies Otto.
"No but there is a lot of bad teen books to work off." She blinked, "I think I referenced Twilight in that spout. Do you sparkle in the sun?"
She squealed just a little with happiness, reaching over to ruffle his beanie covered hair. "You are the best Otto." She sighed happily, "I don't want to golems or anything, I just need to trail and watch you gain information! We can do it on the Island. Study other hunters or something?" She finished her chocolate bar and scooted down until she was laying in the pillow pile again.
"Nap timeeeeeeeeee~~" She said happily, though to be more honest, she was still recovering and the visit was taking its toll on her. Leroy urged her at least to walk back to Stormy's room but she didn't think Otto would mind if she just slept for a couple of hours right?
She was recovering.
"Thank you for the other half of the chocolate Otto." She mumbled, closing her eye.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 1:06 pm
"No. I just burn." He answered honestly, not actually intending to imply he was vampiric, but regretting it later. That sounded bad.
Otto was relieved to hear that he wouldn't have to work with golems more than he already had to, readjusting his beanie so it sat the way he wanted it to. People seemed to ruffle his head a lot more ever since he wore beanies. He didn't recall this happening so much when he wore baseball caps.
Meh. Beanies were softer. Worth the hassle.
"Sure, that sounds fair. Think of something from now till then you'd like to find out. About one hunter, about a division. Anything. Then me and you can try to solve it together." That seemed Deathy enough.
Nevada seemed to be conking out, finally. She seemed to like using his pillow pile for naps, not that he minded. She was allowed. "No problem." He murmured, reaching over her to pull a blanket off the bed and over her curled up form.
He left her to sleep peacefully, puttering around as quietly as he could.
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