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 Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:28 pm
"Oh good God, woman! No one is THAT dense." Otto huffed. Maybe he should count his blessings though. No history or sob stories, right? He had to be thankful for that.
"That's like me tellin' ya I got blonde hair and blue eyes. It's a given fer anyone not blind." He rolled his eyes, letting his chair be rolled to the counter. He got up with his own power, not quite so lazy that he'd let her get anything for him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:17 am
Molly blinked. “…OH…oh….Oh okay.” So he was talking about a life story. The Mist trainee was silent as she stared blankly ahead. After a moment the young woman answered. “You see…there was a rainbow…and then I followed the rainbow to the end because I wanted the leprechaun’s pot of gold…and the end of the rainbow ended here at Deus, and here I am.” Just…don’t ask. The young woman beamed then.
“…Oh? Your eyes are blue?” Molly giggled. “See, that’s news to me! They looked teal at first!” She reached for a tray, passing one off to Otto before getting one for herself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:36 pm
Was... she being serious? It was hard to tell if she was trying to make a joke or f she truly believed what she said. "You sure you ain't a alien?" He asked judgementally, grabbing a pre-made sandwich from the selection of food.
Otto gave Molly an incredulous look with his brow raised, before sighing heavily and turning to pay for his meal. "Great. Yer dumb and blind."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:50 pm
“Pretty certain!” Molly replied cheerfully, grabbing a pre-made sandwich as well, along with, though that cheerful look was immediately wiped from her face as Otto called her dumb. “…H..hey…that’s not nice…” She replied.
How sad it was, that the twenty-one year old was taking this from the cripple seventeen year old.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 12:55 pm
"No s**t." Otto snarked, paying for his food and grabbing the chair back from Molly. "I ain't a nice guy, in case that point didn't get through yer thick skull." It felt so good to say what he thought. It was so hard pretending to be nice all the time! Otto had it rough.
He threw courtesy out the window, sitting back down in his chair, and pushing himself away by kicking the counter right in front of where Molly stood, rolling back into the open area. "Be thankful I didn't make ya pay fer my meal, birdbrain."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:01 pm
Molly flinched, holding onto her tray and hunching her shoulders as Otto snarked. “…I…I thought you were…a nice guy…” She murmured, staring down at her tray as he then went on to call her bird brain. The Mist trainee stood rooted to the spot, even as he rolled away. Maybe…maybe Otto was just having a bad day…yeah! That’s it. He was just having a bad day…people got grouchy when they were having bad days…so…maybe she should just…leave him be for now?
The young woman shuffled along after him then, though, instead of following him, she took a seat at the end of the nearest table.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:07 pm
Good. She left him be. Otto counted his blessing and took a bit of his sandwich.
Only to spit it back out onto the wrapper.
This was gross! Why was this sandwich so disgusting?! He took a look at the sticker on it. Ugh.. he'd grabbed tuna. He meant to take a roast beef. Otto grumbled, wrapping the thing back up. Precious money wasted! He had half a mind to bring it back and replace it.
But as he rolled toward the front again, he stopped beside Molly. She had roast beef...
In a swift motion, as Otto rolled again, he slammed his re=wrapped sandwich on her tray, took her sandwich from her and rolled off into the hallway.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:18 pm
Molly flinched once more as Otto rolled to a stop beside her…maybe even leaning a bit away from the teen incase he decided to spit some more venom at her…
Then he took her roast beef sandwich.
The Mist trainee stared down at the hastily wrapped tuna that now sat on her tray, and then at the restreating form of Otto and his chair down the hall. A large frown pulled at her lips as her eyes drooped down to the tuna. Vaska was angrily demanding Otto’s blood and to skewer his body on the lance, though Molly, of course, took no movements to do such things. Instead, she just lamely reached for the tuna sandwich and unwrapped it before taking a bite.
It’d be a shame to let it go to waste, after all.
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