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At first he was sure she was justing toying again. She knew damn well why he hated her. They may have shared an awkwardly horrendous memory in a false universe, but it was more fuel to the fire. It may have been the reason she saw fit to tease him in the first place.

His brows furrowed as he listened, wondering if he should even bother giving her the time of day with such stupid questions. Like she actually cared why he was angry. She didn't care. She was just bored.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he pondered what to say to her. "If you're asking why I feel things, you must be stupid." He griped,

"I'm ******** human."

"I didn't say that." He scoffed as if she was reacting over nothing. Girls were so weird. "Or were you suggesting I get over emotional?"

He'd been a little more careful lately not to let himself get too involved in Twitter for that very reason; Everyone saw. Everyone knew he had a short fuse, and it was only embarrassing for him.

Maebe may not have known it, but she was asking him very difficult questions. What made him tick? What drove him? Why did he take it all so personally? Why?

He blinked, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to figure her out. He was thinking. Honestly trying to think of an answer, the cogs whirring in confusion inside his blond head. Why did it matter so much what other people said or did? Why did it ever matter?

"...I don't know."

"We'll be here all day if you seriously think I can figure myself out with a few minutes of thinking." Otto griped, maintaining his position on the wall. He peeked down at her only because she was still there. Still seemingly present as her business was not yet complete.

She was judging his body again.

His arms crossing tighter across his chest, turning his head away with a sour expression.

And she was back. Great.

"Why?" He huffed out in irritation, "Don't you got something better to do?" How was making him squirm fun? Why did she and so many others get off on making other people feel uncomfortable on this island?

He knew she wasn't actually hitting on him. Nothing about her was sincere. She'd said herself he wasn't her type. Didn't fit the criteria. She just liked how he reacted to her teasing. A game.

He did not want to be a plaything for her enjoyment. He was more than that. He had to be more than that...

Why did she emphasize that word? She was purposely trying to get something out of him, and he wasn't really sure what it was.

As if he'd tell her anything about himself. He rarely told his closest friends anything about himself. Not his fears, not his insecurities, not even his hobbies. He shared little to nothing. Anything they knew was by some fluke. He would give this woman nothing of himself.

And maybe that was why he tensed whenever someone showed interest in him, even fake interest like hers.

The hyper focus on him was making his cheeks flare up, like he was trapped in some oven and she was slowly burning him alive. His space was being invaded, his bubble getting poked. He bit his lip and tried his best not to meet her eyes. Her invasive touching despite the wall and shell he'd created with his arms breaching his defences.

He tried to pull away from her by moving a little further away. "What makes you think I'll tell you anything? What the ******** would I get out of it?" He managed to get out, seethingly.

Forever? That sounded way to good to be true. Otto had a hard time trusting people, and Maebe didn't strike him as trustworthy.

"I tell you my sob story, and you'll stop teasin' me?" He felt the need to ask again, just waiting for her to say 'psych!'. He had a hard time believing that one. A very hard time. And was it even worth it? What if it was true, and she did leave him alone. It made him uncomfortable giving this woman personal information. It made him uncomfortable being vulnerable enough to admit anything about himself like that.

He started to think on it. He just didn't understand why she found him so entertaining to begin with. She didn't actually care about him, so why bother asking such a thing?

Maebe was just confusing. And infuriating. He wished he didn't care what she wanted or thought. He wished he didn't care what anyone thought.

Ugh. Whatever.

He heaved a very sudden and disgruntled sigh, leaning his head back against the wall. It didn't hurt to try. Maybe once he sated her curiosity, and dispelled the mystery, she really would leave him alone. That would make him happy, right?

"My life growin' up revolved around tryin' to make Dad proud or not pissed at me. Which, by the way, is ******** impossible. I care so much because it's ingrained in my head that I have to put my all into everything I do, or else." He gave her sidelong glance.

That was the simplest way he could answer her. Honestly, he had no idea why he still had passion left after years and years of failure and rejection. He still didn't know why he was hyper sensitive to every criticism cast his way. Why he took everything anyone did or said so personally. He would have figured all of that would have simply been drained.

But it never drained empty. It just bottled up. Hissed out with every attack on himself, and replaced just as quickly.