"Wow, another present. You're spoilin' me." Otto jested in deadpan, jotting down chicken scrawl notes into his new notebook.
After a decent list had been composed, he closed the book; stashing it into his coat pocket. The pen, he clicked. Once. Twice. And finally a third to contain the nib again and carefully put that in his pocket too.
He really liked that clicking noise.
"I still don't think I'm totally out of hot water yet. I just feel more like myself again. Maybe even a little better." He still felt some kind of disturbance, which he equated to the blow that started his crisis. Was it that Maebe had told him she couldn't forgive him back then? Or the fight between the three of them that had catapulted him into feeling so raw and drained? After all, he'd gotten accosted for needing space and alone time to think. Maybe he had just been running away because of the fight, but the chaos that consumed them after it had hit too hard for him.
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