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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 7:46 pm
Yeah, he hurt his feelings. He hated caring that he hurt him. Why should it matter? He didn't want him around, right? He was just a stupid, annoying boy-child. It was better than leading him on. Just walk away then. That's all there was left to do. Walk away and be done with it. He'd never have to deal with him again.
So then why did he still feel guilty? Did he really not like being the bad guy? Maybe that was it. He didn't like dealing with the consequences of his actions.
"Look, don't get all mopey." He grumbled, looking away. "I dunno why you even care. I ain't never did anything good for you or nothin', so why cry about it? We never hang out, I don't know s**t about you other than your name. Go hang out with people that actually give a s**t about you."
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So what? I ain't no good at damage control! Besides, why would I want him to like me, anyway? The deed is done!
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 7:57 pm
"I'm not crying," the quiver in his voice accompanied by a sniffling told otherwise. He was always sensitive. It hurt but, real men don't cry. Real men don't cry. Real men don't. s**t...
He turned his body away from Otto a bit to try and conceal it better. Why wasn't he leaving? Was he enjoying this?
Perhaps we shoul' go. No sense remainin' in th'open for furthah attacks. Nuru was growling protectively.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 8:09 pm
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I ******** know that!
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Tenya was right. She usually was. He couldn't waver on one side or the other all the time. There was no middle ground all the time that he could neatly sit on a fence, and be both sides at once.
Otto huffed.
"I'm sorry." He rubbed his neck, his face turning red. Tenya seemed surprised. "I don't hate you or nuthin'. It ain't that." He stopped himself from saying anything like I just think you're annoying, that's all.
"Just..." He huffed, frustrated as he tried to explain himself better. "******** it! I don't know what the ******** I'm sayin'." He gave up trying to be nice, or say something to explain himself or his reasons. He didn't know how. He didn't really know himself at all. He didn't even know what he wanted.
"There are better people on this island to make friends with. I ain't one of'em. Don't waste your energy on me." Too many people seemed to give a s**t about him already, and he had no idea why. It took him forever to trust anybody. Forever to get comfortable enough that he could share his worries or feelings, before he could step outside his shell and offer them help when they needed it.
"I dunno how to be nice, or babysit. So just go ******** off to some place that can handle you." Otto mentally slapped himself for that. His temper always got the better of him. He finally did the one thing he should have done from the start.
He walked away.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 4:36 pm
Al stopped at the sorry. He didn't understand. Was this some weird game beyond his comprehension? He turned around to face Otto again. He seemed genuine in what he was saying, but what he was saying was... well. "That's stupid," he huffed.
Otto was walking away.
He ran up and attempted to grab him by his coat's sleeve with intent to stop him.
He was giving Otto the most intense glare.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:04 pm
Otto stopped suddenly as he was grabbed, looking back at Al with an irritated expression. "What? Whaddya want?" He growled, pulling his arm to get free of Al's grasp. "I don't need no kiss a** kindergardener hangin' offa me. Go play by yourself."
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:12 pm
"You're being stupid," he commented while blatantly refusing to let go of Otto's sleeve.
"I am none of those things and you know it. You are none of those things either," he was still staring.
"You deserve friends."
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 5:16 pm
Otto grimaced. So what if he was being stupid? So what... What did this kid care? Otto wanted nothing more than to close off and not let people in. "What do you care, huh? Why waste energy bothering me? I don't need anybody."
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 6:05 pm
Al dug his heels in, "humans are social creatures." He was pouting really hard at Otto about now, "and they need each other. Especially in battle. If you can't trust the people around you then you're kinda being suicidal man." Was Otto suicidal?
"Look man, you're being dumb 'cause like. You survived okay? You're in the position you are for a reason. You survived for a reason. I aspire to have just half that." He blinked."The surviving half, I mean."
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 6:29 pm
Al wasn't wrong. Of course Otto liked to be social now and then. And he didn't want to live his life without companions. But he was scared and obstinate. Stubborn to a fault. "That ain't suicidal. I trust people in battle well enough. Just not outside of it." He murmured stubbornly, even if it wasn't entirely true. He trusted some people. Sometimes. He had to survive. He didn't know what else he could do. Dying meant never knowing what he could become. "You're here, ain't ya?" Otto rose a brow. "You're not dyin'. Besides, sometimes it's all down to luck anyway. Luck and persistence." "I don't got any secrets to why I'm alive."
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 6:59 pm
"I kind of feel like you're just too stubborn," he laughed and finally released Otto's sleeve. "Is it really so bad to think one of your ... uh... comrades? Team members? Whatever, you wanna call it - is cool? I mean. You have a taste in clothing that makes me jealous. A weapon that makes mine look like... well, I wont go there. You were also death - and now that you left it's pretty... uh... not cool? I feel like I'm surrounded by stuffy paper pushers."
He was still a little upset that Otto left.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 7:06 pm
Otto's hands slipped into his pockets now that he was free. However, he was no longer feeling that he needed to run away and escape. Calmed down, for now. Otto couldn't say he'd ever had an idol. Never had someone he really looked up to. Well... there was Clerise. He'd thought she was amazing and cool. Before she died, anyway. With that in mind, it was a bit easier to understand. "Well, it is pretty well stuffy, backstabbing paper pushers." Otto murmured, less prickly around the edges. He sighed, resigned. "Fine. We can be friends, I guess. Just don't tell me I'm cool too much, it freaks me out. I dunno how to deal with it." Tenya mentally nudged him. "Ever been on a skateboard?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:41 am
"Okay," Al agreed and visibly relaxed. He no longer looked like he was about to cry any time soon and instead looked curious at the question about the skateboard. "No I haven't, have you?" Clearly he misunderstood Otto's intent.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 9:28 am
The look Otto gave Al indicated he felt the taller boy was incredibly stupid. "On second thought I don't think I trust you on it." He mumbled, turning to walk back inside. Was he just teasing him? Probably.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 1:00 pm
Al ran after him, "wait wait, that sounds awesome man, don't hold out now."
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