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This couldn't be real. He'd never imagine letting his shell off on holiday for even a minute in the past. But steadily it got so easy to do with Chance.

The much taller man playfully pulled him into a dip, and Otto laughed rather than got huffy or embarrassed. Because damn it, it was cute, it was funny and it was fun. His laugh bubbled into a simmer, his smile fading enough only so he could fully immerse himself in that happy and heart fluttering kiss. His arms looped around Chance's neck, and he actually found he almost laughed into the kiss, because the energy from the day was stuck to him like glitter.

This was silly. Very un-serious. Many other things that Otto always insisted he was not. However, while he certainly wouldn't dare make moves like this on a floor where people could see him, here with Chance he found maybe he could allow a little more silly into his repertoire. It wasn't as if he'd never done silly things with friends, anyway. Things like office chair jousting, and pulling pranks on a certain coffee loving co-worker, or drawing terrible cartoons of people to make fun of them. Okay two of those three things were more mean spirited, one supposed.

After the spinning and kissing and rapid movements fell into something slower, Otto found he could finally catch his breath and ease down to a level more his style. His smile softened, taking in the whispered affections that made his stomach flutter. He of course murmured stubborn retorts that held zero impact; his tone too pleased to intend otherwise. He stole soft, and sweet kisses as they were mere millimetres apart. His fingers idly playing with his hair, or running his hands over his shoulders.

"Maybe not so much as I thought I did." He murmured back, softly slowing his own movements as well. It had been exhausting. Without the Ocean breeze, they'd have melted in the summer heat. The ocean made the tropical weather bearable.

And that was just it. Chance loved dancing, and to deny the man something he loved just because Otto was uncertain about it would be cruel. They were in a relationship, after all. Give and take was involved. And as evidenced today, sometimes Otto surprised himself.

"No problem.. I actually had fun. So thanks for pushin' me into it."

Otto shook his head. "I'm good with spendin' more time with you." Chance always gave him the option, the way out should he feel he needed his space. Otto was thankful for the opportunity every time, even if he didn't feel inclined to take it.

He gave his hands a squeeze back, swinging them lightly. He didn't feel he needed to balance out his so called Masculinity after being sappy and dancey with Chance, today. He was fine with this. He'd save push-ups and laps around Deus for some other mental moment of emasculated inferiority; it had no place with him today.

Otto nodded. "That'd be nice. Anywhere's fine. I ain't got much in my fridge, though." So it was limited to outside of his own apartment, unless they wanted a dinner of hotdogs and hot pockets for two.

"Off island. I want some restaurant food." Otto complied, only because he was hesitant to allow other to cook for him again. "It wouldn't feel like a date if you were slavin' away over a stove."

That was right. A new month. Otto had four days off he could spend outside of Deus. Not all at once, of course. But still.

"No." He murmured, his whole persona softening at the prospect of simply being away with Chance somewhere. "Bar food is always best, though. But wherever you wanna go." Chance always had a way of wording things so Otto would be forced to make his own decisions, however subtly. Made him decide if they spent time together, where they went, what they had.

"Did you wanna spend the night somewhere? Or come back here after?"