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"No, no, I'm good. I'm fine---no--" He swatted the man's hand away. "Weird-a** creeper. Don't got no need for yer brother-buggin' antics."

Otto suddenly became very uncomfortable.

Jude had been gone a long... long... long time.

"Um... we ain't datin' anymore. I ******** that one up royal." He cleared his throat, keeping his gaze anywhere but on Jude. Not only had he screwed up a perfectly nice thing with Maebe, he'd also screwed over the heart of Cami. Had it been a normal breakup, perhaps he could tell Jude all about it. But no. Otto had to go and make it complicated by experimenting with a guy while they were both tipsy, causing him to immediately have a total identity crisis, all while he was still dating both Maebe and Cami (at the same time), which was also complicated and absurd.

The whole s**t-storm from one year ago played out like a dizzying light show of flashbacks behind his eyes. He'd ******** up big time. And he still wasn't certain if he'd ever truly forgive himself for it. Or ever move past it at all. It stuck to his skin like a bad tattoo, forever reminding him of his faults.

Otto coughed again, nervously attempting to change the subject. "Uh.. I-I uh.. got a tattoo? It's on my shoulder.. and back.. and neck.. it's pretty cool." And he'd had it done by the man he'd slept with that nigh---DAMMIT so much for changing the subject.

By now, Otto was both pale as a winter sky and sweating bullets.

Relief washed over Otto, and he managed a brief half smile. "Yeah, I ain't takin' my shirt off for you. 'Specially not in a room full of people."

He leaned back in his chair, downing the last of his coke. "Just imagine it's badass."

"Hah. Hah." Otto fake laughed with as little enthusiasm as possible. An easy feat. "Nah, it's like.. some complicated tribal design I got a dude from New Zealand to do." He turned his head enough to at least show what the design looked like creeping up his neck.

"You got somethin' against Dragon tatts?" Maybe Jude was a crusader against overdone tattoos.

"Hobbies? No, not really. Same old boring s**t I always done." If drumming and skateboarding were in fact boring. "What about you? Does Mr. I'm So Interestin' have any fancy-pants hobbies?"

"I used to like people watchin' up on the roof." At least on busier days in Deus when there were more hunters. People watching was less interesting when there were no people to watch. "Or more like chic watchin'." Ah yes, the carefree days of checking out girls with Dakota. He missed those days. They were so sweet and simple. So innocent.

If only he could turn back time.

"What? You too high and mighty on yer throne of purity to enjoy some good ol' fashioned boobie watching?" Otto sassed back at Jude, crossing his arms in ricochet judgement..... Except he'd said his favourite word ever, and immediately started giggling, burying his face in his hands while burning bright red. This didn't stop for at least two minutes.

Otto Graves; Literal Ten Year Old.

He managed to collect himself enough to continue conversation. "Um.. what, like paper folding? It's fine I guess. All I ever made were those fortune flapper things. I always made mine into a duck, though."

Jude said the magic word, and Otto was booked for another minute of stifled laughter behind a hand clamped over his mouth.

Boobies. His one weakness.

Once again, he caught his breath. Wiping his eyes with his sleeves, he got back to the conversation at hand. "I guess not." He murmured, leaning his chin in one hand and staring off into the crowds. "I think the idea is that we're supposed to use more free time to train or whatever."