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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:44 pm
Ripley only stared as stoically as ever, offering no hint of the horrible jokes that crossed his mind, most of them involved being better at fending off advances.
But he knew better.
"Alright." Otto moved to stand, and Ripley moved to his feet as well, in case his unwanted sibling needed help. He seemed to be doing okay, and at least he didn't look sick any more. Well, mostly, anyway.
"You're welcome, mostly." He replied in kind, stepping across the room to open the door for him; he wasn't a total b*****d, thank you. "Text me if you need to."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:52 pm
Otto only used Ripley's shoulder as leverage while standing, but otherwise walked on his own just fine. "Thanks.." He might end up texting him. Maybe he wouldn't. But he had the option, and that alone made him feel better.
Otto left then, and made his way to his room; where his shower waited.
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