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He felt a bit like an a**, putting Chance on the spot with such doubts. Rather than doubting himself, it sounded more like he was doubting his partner. Chance seemed perfectly assured of his own feelings, and yet Otto still felt as if he'd coerced Chance into feeling those things somehow. As if Otto had some spell or power to make people fall for him, only to find Otto running off with every doubt that befell his heart.

But that was why he had to commit. He had to stop running and stop doubting. He needed a foundation. If there was anyone Otto felt he could lean on, it was Chance. He felt like a d**k for wanting to marry him for such a shallow reason. He wanted to be head over heels and dumbstruck in love, bubbly and stupid to the point of euphoria.
But what he had wasn't any of that. It was more realistic, and steady. He loved Chance, because he could be himself without worrying he would break his heart. He loved Chance because he loved that silent mystery he had about him, and the tenderness he showed, that was thankfully balanced by wit and sass.

He breathed out. He'd never figure out a perfect way to do this. He'd never manage to find the balls to plan and carry out a proper romantic proposal, because everything he thought of would have been false, and meant for a woman. The typical places and lines just didn't suit him at all.

He knew what to do. And he knew when to do it.

"Wanna go star gazing tonight?" He asked casually, if not for the nervous energy behind his blue eyes. "In the training field.. if there is still a training field.." Maybe they could scope that out now.

Of course Chance had guessed right. Otto's self assured 'street cred' kept him from being too open or soft in public. Heaven forbid he break away from the grumpy, angry runt he presented himself as.

However, the prospect of this date had him settling his nerves. The two of them alone in the dark with stars as their only witness made him feel excited. He smiled finally, and gave him a nod.

"Good idea. Let's check it out." If it was messy? Well, it'd be the first place he and Chance would tidy up. For entirely selfish purposes.

"It could." Otto reminded easily as he strode casually beside Chance, his steps slightly quicker since Chance's stride was longer. "Or a giant tree, or a giant crystal."

"And if the ground is uneven, well, that just makes battle training more realistic." After all, there had been many times he'd had to run or fight on bumpy terrain. It was difficult and left his legs feeling like boulders after, though.

"What's your favourite food?" Otto asked suddenly, "Or snack. Whatever. Anything edible."

Otto found himself surprised by Chance's answer. He himself thrived off junk food and greasy diner food. Not to mention the sweets he was weak for. Who knew Chance had a much healthier preference?

"Huh.. never knew." Otto murmured. He didn't ask for specifics, since Chance hadn't offered on his own. Maybe he just liked fruit and ice cream in general.

"Pretty sure fruit snacks are 90% preservatives and 10% fruit peels."

"That certain someone sounds pretty damn smart to me." Otto deadpanned with a haughty lift of his brows.

"Ain't like I can scoff yer choice in snacks. I eat nuthin' but junk. I keep Skittles and Mars bars in my work bag." In fact, he had a snack pack of Skittles in the pocket of his track pants presently.

He leaned on one leg, standing by Chance as they gazed out at the disheveled grounds. "Hmm. Good." It would do. Nothing outstanding in the way of their view later that night. And now as much as he'd rather spend his whole day at Chance's side, he had an urgent need to prepare for later. As such, he patted Chance hard on the back and turned away.

"I'd better get to helpin' around the base. Git my work done early so I don't get roped into workin' overtime tonight." His heart pounded, but he used that anxiety to fuel his purpose. "Meet me here at midnight, aight?"

Otto laughed, not a shred of sheepish guilt even hinted at within the mirth of it. "Might wanna double check your bedsheets too." He only wished he was joking. He'd once found a candy wrapper and a few suckers while changing the sheets once.

He was reeled backward a bit as Chance planted one last surprise kiss upon him, and gave the man a cheeky look before he ventured off.

Once separated, Otto took a deep breath. Steeling his willpower while relaxing his nerves, he set out to prepare for the perfect night.



He felt like an idiot. An over enthusiastic and sappy idiot. In the middle of the training field, he'd dragged the small fallen tree to form a makeshift privacy screen. In front of it was a large blanket circled with pillows. In the centre of that was a platter with fruit. Really it was just canned fruit he'd put into a bowl and mixed together, complete with peaches, cherries and pineapples. All were taken from aforementioned cans, so they had a rather overly sweet syrupy taste, creating an interesting puddle beneath them. Two bottles of booze stood beside the platter, along with a bowl of Tostitos because Otto wasn't going to be subjected to nothing but fruit all night.

To make himself feel better about this mushy display of affection, Otto stuck two training dummies on opposite sides to act as guards, both dressed in heavy metal teeshirts and holding pointy training lances to ward off trespassers. He didn't have Chance's telescope, because that would involve stealing it from his room and perhaps making the curly haired man have a panic attack to find it missing. He could bring his own damned telescope.
To top it off, Otto looked semi presentable. Or as presentable as he could get without going full on formal. He wore clothes that actually fit his frame, making him look slimmer instead of a baggy clothed imp. Dark coloured jeans, high end sneakers, and a v-neck black tank top with a graphic of a skull with headphones on it. He had a hoodie tied around his waist with a hint of a white belt underneath with gunmetal studs decorating it. He'd even brushed his hair, tying off the top of it into a small ponytail, allowing his earlobes to show off the multiple earrings he had.

Okay. Everything was ready, he looked like he was trying too hard, and he was pretty sure this was the most embarrassed he'd ever felt in his entire life.

Upon seeing Chance, Otto felt all anxiety dissappear. He was handsome as the devil, looking so touched and taken aback, giving Otto a gentle and sincere compliment on the layout. He no longer felt self conscience, and he gave Chance a wide, proud smile that fully reached his eyes. "You're welcome." He replied, giving a small nod. His heart felt full, and it felt warm.

"By the way. This is Stone Cold, and this is Metal Head." He pointed to the two 'guards' full of straw, war paint decorating their dishevelled faces. "I hired some bouncers to keep this a private party. Have a seat."