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Roland had a juice box in hand. He was sipping said juice box slowly, flipping through a book he had managed to find in the labs. It wasn't a really good book. Actually it was something about energy and different ways to harvest it but it was mostly the mathmatical side of it covered in crazy notes about runes and Life Tech Stuff as he started to classify most things that jumped beyond his knowledge.

He nudged the door open with a hip looking up to see who was eating at the moment, it was then that he saw him. There, standing alone in the middle of the room. Something about Otto was different, Roland instantly regretted all those times they had butt heads, that time they almost gave Caelius a report about hot chicks instead of a report.

"O-otto?" He squeezed his juice box a bit to hard, grape juice sputtering out the straw, he quickly relaxed his grip blushing furiously as he tried to find something to wipe the purple stain off his jacket. Why was he feeling like this!? This wasn't the right time!

<< Ohhhhhh Jack Yes Please. >>

Roland blushed harder.

It was amazing to Leon, that he had been on Deus for so long and know so little about his Co-Workers. They were allies and estranged friends, people he have seen for quite some time.The life hunter was more interested in the paper and the cup of tea that was steamy. billows of white smoke that carried the floral notes of Orange and lavender to his nose, spreading a warmth to his hands and down his spine with each casual sip.

The cacophony of noises that became white noise grew most distinct, more clear, snapping attention away from the sports section to see what was the ruckus, pulling down a corner of the paper to look out at the room and what fresh hell was brewing on the surface.

It was all eyes on him, just him. the figure in all the madness and the only thing worth noticing. Hips that begged to be held and lips that were begging to be attacked. It was like seeing someone in a new light, in fact, the boxer was almost sure that the area where HE stood looked, brighter, shimmering like a mirage that was on the verge of vanishing out of sight. "Otto?" Leon drawled out, taking a gulp of air that felt necessary, like a man that was deprived or air and given the luxury. Surly this cant be the same Otto that had his pants barely on.

The top button on the shirt felt restrictive, tugging on the offensive collar with sweaty palms and going for another sip of the tea, if only to quell his parched throat.

| Let him hit you below the belt Meathead, i wont tell | the Rumble of one appreciative Nidhogg that put his two pumpkin seeds into the situation.

"Kinda tempting Nid, not gonna lie." he echoed back the sentiment, trying to be courteous and not stare at the hunter like a piece of meat.

The hunter may have had ideas about offering an impromptu boxing lesson, one that involved a lot of coaching and touching.

Stomach grumbling, Shiloh had headed to the cafeteria, all out of crackers and peanut butter. But upon entering, it wasn’t food that had caught his eye (though to be fair, the MREs would never catch his eye, except when he stared at them really hard in hopes they would change into something more satisfying, like a steak). There stood before him was an absolute perfect specimen of manhood, standing majestically in all of his glaring, grumpy-looking glory.

Already prone to bouts of puppy love, bouts that were decidedly directed at a singular Mist hunter, and always in secret, whatever Otto had drank ratcheted Shiloh’s friendliness up another notch entirely. It didn’t matter that he didn’t even know his name. He didn’t need a name. He was like Prince Charming.

Shiloh dropped his food tray, and launched himself at the man, wrapping his arms around him in a big bear hug.

“Hi there,” he smiled winningly.

"What...is going on?" Nevada looked at Ottos new cult, sipping on a bottles soda. Thankfully she already went through a puppy phase.

"You're so handsome," Shiloh gushed, rubbing his cheek against Otto's affectionately. He wasn't letting go.

"Do you think we should get a cat or dog? Or maybe both? I'm more of a dog person really, but if you like cats, well, then I like cats too! Whatever you want, darling."

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CONTACT! INTIMATE CONTACT AND IT WAS A DUDE! CHEEK RUBBING WAS EVA TERRITORY! ABORT! ABORT! Sound the sirens and release the hounds!!!

Otto grimaced, leaning his face away, until the smashing of a cup made him yelp. Oh s**t. It was Leon, braun turned lustful. s**t! Mark needed to die. He never should have humoured that dirty dumpster diver!

"Cut in? Yeah, Pinky's all yours!" He could only wish that would have worked, as he desperately tried to peel himself out of the hug.

Nevada, you b***h.

Shiloh's hold still seemed strong, and there was fear that Leon would start s**t with him while Otto was still within boxing range. Suddenly, a hand was shoved against Shiloh's cheek. Turning his eyes toward the familiar female trainee, Otto felt some semblance of relief.

"Uh yeah that'd be awesome." He'd let the kid comment slide this time. That glint in her eye was also ignored for the greater good. The greater good.