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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:03 am
Otto's room was a mess. As always.
Clothes, dirty and clean alike, littered the floor, the bed, under the bed and over the desk. An area in the center of the room was cleared away for now, as Otto set himself down to put together the drum set he had bought while in the real world.
The drum set was a little on the small side, worn out looking and hot pink. However, it still functioned, and they could always be painted. Possibly.
So he sat with a screw driver and other small tools as he set up his new toy, the large ugly and beat up looking suitcase opened beside him filled with the different drum parts.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:19 am
Reine was prepared for the worst. She'd ransacked the labs for alcohol- as a disinfectant, which she was expecting to need a lot of. There were also sponges and cloth, and anything you'd need to clean a boy's room, really. She'd also brought some cookies and even Mister Cuddles and Ally the plushie to placate him, if necessary.
Armed with everything, Reine knocked on Otto's door, beaming. He was in there, she was sure of that- there were sounds coming from inside the room.
"Puppy~~" she called. "Can I come in?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:33 am
Otto looked up from his tinkering. Why was someone trying to bother him? He was busy dammit! Puppy? Well, it was either Reine or Eva. Ugh..
"It's open." Otto snapped back, grumbling something under his breath and continuing his work. Was he grumpy? No, just regular Otto. He never seemed to be in a decent mood.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:45 am
"YAY!"
That might have served as a warning to Otto. Happily kicking the door open, Reine barged into the room with her arms full, and Mister Cuddles on her back. She looked altogether ridiculous in the getup- was she wearing scrubs?
"Hey puppy!" He looked well, at least well enough to be getting out of bed and doing something... possibly productive. Plus, he'd bought them christmas presents, which must have meant he was healthy enough to go shopping?
Dumping all the things she'd brought on the ground, Reine closed the door behind her, then approached Otto, kneeling beside him and giving him a hug.
"Cute colour," she beamed, patting his head. "So are you busy?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:27 am
Otto stopped what he was doing, dropping the screwdriver on the floor as he stared up at Reine. What did she think she was doing with all that weird stuff? And why the stuffed animals?
He leaned away as she came in for a hug, squirming like a five year old. "It ain't cute! But it was cheap so.." Otto looked back at her, lip twitching as she patted his head. "Yeah, I am. Why?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:23 pm
"Socuuute, ickle puppyyy," Reine crooned, cuddling him happily. "How're you doing? Wounds healed over yet?" With a huge- almost cheshiresque- grin on her face, Reine pulled away from Otto, and settled cross-legged on the floor beside him.
"It's not a colour I'd have expected you to pick," Reine laughed, looking as if she was mentally making some kind of a note. "It fits you surprisingly well, though!" There was no telling if she meant it sarcastically.
Crawling over, she picked up Mister Cuddles, and shoved him right in Otto's face.
"See this guy? I got him when Evie and I were out shopping! He wants a hug! Isn't he so cute?" She pulled the snake plushie over, as well. "Thanks for the gifts, though, puppy! You're so sweet."
Before he could react, Reine plonked Mister Cuddles back down in a corner, and grabbed at a rag from her pile of cleaning supplies.
"We're cleaning your room, puppy." There it was again- that slightly manic look on her face. It wasn't even a question- it was a command.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:45 pm
Her crooning was met with an eye twitch, struggling under her cuddles. "M'fine." He muttered with a grouchy tone. His wounds were healing as well as they could, bandages remaining on his exposed arms, and likely still around his torso under his t-shirt. In true Puppy form, Otto paid them no mind.
"This colour ain't stickin' around!" He snapped at the girl, gritting his teeth. "I don't ********' like pink."
He was cut off from further bitching when a plushie was shoved at him. Cute? Hug? What was he, a four year old? Better yet how old did she think she was? Otto was about to swat it away when she moved it on her own. She certainly made herself at home quick.
He stared down at the snake plushie, not really recognizing it as the one he'd bought. He gave them so many he never really looked at them carefully. "Yeah, whatever." That was as much as a 'you're welcome' that anyone might receive from the boy.
Then, the cleaning rag. "What?" He glared through a narrowed gaze at Reine, blue eyes becoming icy. "Who says I gotta comply?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:10 pm
"Awww, but it matches you so perfectly!" Exactly which part of Otto it matched, though, Reine didn't mention; it was more likely she was just throwing out any compliment that occurred to her, in an attempt to either confuse or placate him to the point where he would let her clean his room.
Speaking of that... Sitting up, Reine surveyed the mess, mentally making a list of what she'd have to do.
Pick up the trash, pick up the clothes strewn all over the floor and get them sent to laundry, put things away, and then clean what was left.
She could start with bedsheets!
"It's for your own good, puppy! Now be good and help me."
Standing up, she shoved a pile of.. stuff off the bed, then pulled off the covers. The drum set Otto had been working on- and probably Otto himself- had been buried under the mess and blankets, but Reine hummed to herself as she worked. This place would look amazing by the end of the day.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:01 am
"No it doesn't!" Otto insisted loudly. Pink did not suit him at all!
For his own good? Help? "But I don't wanna clean my room! If I did, I'd do it on my own!" His protests did not seem to be working, as a blanket was tossed over his head. He growled and fought his way out of the sheet and stood up, looking rather livid.
Thing was, he couldn't think of any reason to stop her.
"Y-ya can't just make me help ya do something I never wanted done."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:27 am
Wheeling around, Reine walked to Otto's closet and pulled out fresh bedsheets. They smelt like heaven: where 'heaven' was really 'nothing', and therefore already much better than the old bedsheets. The life trainee was mostly content to do all the work on her own, really- it provided her a good enough distraction from things she didn't want to think about, namely Spencer's death.
The limited amount of information she had managed to uncover had as much as told her nothing about him, or why Caelius had ordered her and Eva to suppress him in the first place.
"Clearly you don't want to clean your room," she said, slightly snappily. "But just imagine if someday you trip over something and knock your head on the corner of some sharp object and bleed to death and no one thinks to look for you because it doesn't occur to them that the smell coming from this room might be due to a decomposing body."
A body. Mental images of Spencer lying on the street in a pool of his own blood. Reine's hands were trembling just at the thought of that, and it made it more difficult to slot Otto's pillow into its case.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:22 pm
Otto huffed, feeling like he was getting lectured. Fine. Otto simply sat back down on the ground and watched the girl work. Not helping! This was all Reine's idea anyway. If she wanted to clean, then let her.
Reine's slight trembling caught his attention. Was she so cross with him she was shaking with anger? "Yo." He called, raising a brow and leaning back on his hands. "Don't get pissy on me. You can clean if ya wanna. M'just not helpin."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:36 am
"I'm sorry." Her voice was soft, and slightly shaky, but Reine kept working anyway. More distractions, more distractions. The bed was looking decent- now for everything else.
"I didn't know you played the drums," she said off-handedly, trying to quickly change the subject. "Used to be in a band or something?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:05 am
Was she like... sad and junk? Otto raised a brow at her meekness, finding it slightly uncharacteristic.She was usually more mouthy than this.
"Naw. Never been in a band." Otto replied, flopping backward onto a pile of clothing. "I just like hittin' things." Apparently the kid wouldn't toot his own horn on that one. "Instead of hitting people, I hit drums."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:20 am
"Huh," Reine laughed. "Well, I guess it's a better alternative- now just keep that mentality when we're fighting monsters, hmm?" She paused for a moment, in the middle of wiping his desk, then turned to him and narrowed her eyes. "Keep your practicing to daylight hours, puppy, we don't want anyone lodging complaints."
The drumset, though, brought back memories of her own instrument. It must be sitting somewhere at home, still, in its case, possibly even dusty or cobwebby. The thought made Reine's heart ache. Jerry talked about singing often, and Robert had his dancing, and now Otto had his drums- but as much as Reine wanted to touch a violin again, it wouldn't feel right if it wasn't her violin she was playing.
Then again, a hunter really couldn't afford that sort of luxury. They were all dead, now- dead to the world. Still, Reine couldn't stop herself from humming Vitali's Chaconne- the last piece she'd learned.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:03 am
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Otto waved a hand from the floor dismissively. He'd play whenever he damn well wanted. Bad puppy was bad.
Things got quiet for a bit, which suited Otto just fine as he lay there like a useless lump of puberty. However, then Reine started humming. it was something Otto wasn't familiar with, being the uncultured swine that he was.
"Yer kinda noisy, ain'tcha." He observed rudely, picking his nails of any dirt or grime.
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