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Two sets of parents ruining his life. And oh, oh, he was sharing. Her expression lit up with satisfaction. It was entirely inappropriate, given what he'd just told her. "I see. And that's why you're a little spitfire, huh? Well, that's sad. For them, I mean. Not for me." Her smile returned in full force. "Because I like you just the way you are."

She actually hopped off of her desk, and opened it. Was she trying to be helpful? Looking for the report? "Are you always the errand boy for late reports? Or do I have to request you specifically like a pizza boy?" She pulled out a piece of paper, and swiveled to stand up beside him, eye to eye. The folded paper was held between two fingers, which she flipped up cheekily to hand to him. "I like extra sausage. Can you deliver?"

Oh, good. He was opening it. She'd actually considered the possibility that he might have taken her word for it, and walked out with a blank piece of paper, to hand over to the administration. That would have probably been unfortunate - but he did not disappoint her. So she watched and waited, her eyes half-lidding as he crumpled up the paper. He looked so angry - she wanted to take a picture.

"You're really cute when your head looks like it's about to pop off." She practically sing-songed, holding her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels.

Maebe sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his rage wash over her. She held it, her lips parting in jaw-dropping delight when he asked her what he could do to make her comply. He was leaving it in her hands, and that meant she had a wish coming.

"Ohhh." Her mind flooded with too many ideas at once. She backed away, and hopped back up on her desk, holding her chin cupped in both of her hands. "Oh, gosh. Can I have a minute to decide? Is there a list of can'ts? Are you allergic to leather?"

She was just so excited!

"So.. yes or no to leather?" She blinked patiently.

"A lot of things." She piped up in a voice that sounded a little too peppy to be admitting she was broken. "But that's neither here nor there. We're talking about you."

She leaned forward, and pulled a piece of paper out from where she was sitting - where she'd always been sitting, when she was on the desk. The main reason he couldn't find anything, from the beginning. A crisp, beautifully written mission report.

"I'll give it to you." She offered, holding it just out of reach. "But, I want something in return. No leather. I promise." She used one finger to signal him to come closer.

She uncrossed her legs, sat flat on the table, and signalled him again. "Closer."

She waited until Otto came close enough to touch the desk, before she handed him the paper, without touching him. Her mischievous, predatorial gaze fell into something a lot less fun.

"Do you know anything about the Hunters with the O on their hands? The bad ones?"

Maebe's expression flared with interest. "They have a leader? What are they, like, some kind of cult? Who is the leader?" She wasn't surprised to hear he was the kind of person to shoot someone in the head, seeing as one of them had definitely tried to kill her.

She licked her lips and listened as Otto spilled what he knew. "Where are these bodies? I've never gone out to see one. What were the glory days like anyway? Was Deus - I mean, was it like it was in the dream?" Her face crunched up in disgust. That world had been a sickeningly sugar sweet version of what they dealt with today. She'd actually prefer to keep thins the way they were now.

She had so many questions. They were crawling out of her, trying to scratch their way to the surface. She struggled to keep from overwhelming her new best friend.