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"Yeah. Had one or two on New Years or Christmas." It was hard tell sometimes. Often, he'd wake up and realize it had been a dream or a peek into an alternate universe, or that it did happen but they'd all been doped on Fear or Joy. "Guess it's been a while." He wasn't exactly a social butterfly, nor did he care to dance in public all that much.

He waved his hand passively, taking a bite of his own cupcake, nearly over half of it at once. "Yer welcome."

He let the conversation die for now, relaxing in the comfortable silence while eating.

"Better." Otto affirmed, his tray pretty much empty of food. He leaned back in his seat feeling gutsy enough to balance on two chair legs; meanwhile he slyly edged his own feet up onto Chance's knees like a foot rest.

"Hope you weren't busy with anything today."

Otto had to smile when Chance smiled. The curly haired devil was just so charmingly handsome, he couldn't help it. "Nope." He said with confidence, wiggling his foot a moment. "Just makin' sure I ain't keepin' you from anything important. Like work." He was making himself pretty comfortable, after all.

"Just feel like keepin' you to myself is all." He didn't have anything in mind that they could do. He mostly wanted his company, or his conversation.

"Nah, that's just the main reason. Eye candy." He was lying, of course. Not that he wasn't good looking. Because he was. Very.

Otto hummed in thought, levelling his gaze at Chance as the gears and cogs struggled to turn in his head. "Wanna do the Sun Run together? Gotta work off all them calories, right?"

Otto let his legs fall and his chair settle back down. Standing after his hair had been properly ruffled, he picked up his tray and shrugged. "I take you on the best dates. I'm so ********' romantic." Otto turned on his heel and disposed of his tray. While Chance took Otto to places like cake stores, Otto fancied a competitive setting. Usually. Arcade centres or spars. It didn't really matter, so long as he got to interact with him, and watch him get his feathers all ruffled now and then.

To think that Chance Bones used to be so called 'emotionless'. It seemed alien to Otto now.

He stole a glance at the taller man, looking away again with a self satisfied smile. He just felt giddy, making it difficult to pretend to be the stubborn grouch he'd been known as for so long. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying not to walk too quickly and show how energetic he was feeling.

He wondered if Chance would always make him feel like this.

"Where's the fun if I don't do that?" Otto said with a grin. "Besides, it's just Sun Run. It's the shadows that'll kick your a**." And he planned to kick his a** at kicking a** in general.

"After this, shots at my place."

"Or something." He repeated teasingly.

After a long walk and likely a lot of bullying (from Otto to get a rise out of Chance), they arrived at the training room. It had been ages since Otto had used this particular facility, opting instead of jogs or rounds at the gym. It better simulated a melee situation found on the field. Not so useful in time of danger when the enemy wasn't obvious, which more often happened.

But whatever.

"Ladies first~." Otto said with a cheeky tone.

Otto strode past Chance and into his room, puffed up on success. He was aching all over as well, but paid his discomfort no mind. He'd won, sort of. His after glow masked the ache of the work it took to get there.

"Don't be a sore loser." Otto slipped off his shoes and collapsed onto the couch. "Bring me the booze!"