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Otto was in one of those rare moments between bouts of sleep. Thank you drugs! All those times Otto had bad mouthed that division would be taken back. In this state between awake and sleep, Otto was docile. Spacey and docile. He stared mostly at the ceiling or off to the side, the back of his bed pushed up enough so he was in a semi seated position.

This was weird. Being stuck in this place was weird and alien, but definitely preferred over his last place of confinement. He at least knew this wouldn't last. Though his perception of time had been completely thrown askew.

He'd been lucky so far. No nightmares yet. Yet.

Someone's voice got his attention. A visitor? Oh, it was Clerise. He knew her nickname for him right off that bat. He sighed tiredly, rubbing his eyes at having to raise his voice at all so she could hear him. "Yeah.." He murmured as much as he could.

Cute.. what? Otto blinked slowly, looking up as she sat down. Doped up? Well yes. Yes he was. He tried to narrow his eyes at her, but he simply ended up looking more tired. His grump faces just would not work while he was in this condition.

For the record, he also felt naked without his hat.

Otto flinched. contact of any kind seemed to make him do that a lot. His eyes closed momentarily at the sudden feeling of her hand on his forehead. He'd only been awake for a short time, so his temperature was still warmer than usual. Ah yes, that 'morning' glow. His eyes opened again, looking up past the arm of the redhead. "Sluggish." He replied flatly.

"Since when is my talkin' any kinda' good sign?" Well, despite his tired expression, the sass was back.

Oh great. So he wouldn't feel coherent again for who knew how long. Well, as long as the deep, drug induced naps kept his nightmares at bay, it was allowed. Still, Clerise seemed way to fond of his state of being. He groaned softly and rubbed his face with a hand.

Wait.. what? "Clin..clingin'?" He asked, his voice small but slightly elevated in tone. When was he clinging to her? Surely she was making it u----.... Oh. Oh crap. He remembered.
Otto flushed a light red. "Dammit.."

The boy stared slightly bewildered as she spoke of a Fake Otto. He'd heard a small bit about what the rescue team had seen, so he just had to assume it was from it. "A fake me?" Texting a lot? Well he liked using Twitter once in a blue moon for shits and giggles, but that was it. Fake Otto must have been his reverse self or something. "Creepy.." He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what else this other Otto did.

Her sympathetic look garnered a bit of unease in otto. He wasn't sure if it was empathy or pity. Well, at least she wasn't rubbing in his dependance on her back then. He could pretend it didn't happen. The idea of him clinging to someone like a needy child added to the list of things making him feel nauseous.

One last doting motion and Clerise found a seat of her own. Otto shifted his legs and feet under the blanket slightly before leaning back again. He was thankful for human companionship, but even on drugs, he was on edge when others got close.

His expression while still tired seemed to deaden slightly at Clerise's observation of him during the time inside the cell. He'd indeed given up. He'd been so tired and jaded he was just sitting and waiting for death to release him. He nodded timidly in response. "You guys got it lucky."

Ponies did suck. They were even meaner and more vicious than Otto could have imagined. And Medea, who he deemed the Horsemen Witch, was the most frightening. The old geezer that had been with her had also been unsettling. So ancient and resonating an evil aura.

Otto blinked slowly. Every time he did it was seemed like the length of time with his eyes closed got longer. It felt better than being terrified for every waking second, but he wondered how long it would be under this doped up state. It was hard to think.

"How long were we gone?" His perception of time had been warped beyond comprehension. He was somewhat curious to know.

Two weeks?

What?

. . . .

What?

Otto slow blinked again, his eyes widening ever slightly. Maybe he'd heard that wrong. Maybe he'd pretend it had only been a day or two. It was easier on his stomach. Her factoids didn't help. Quite honestly he'd resigned himself to thinking no one would rescue them the moment he woke up in that place. He was surprised they came at all. Probably ulterior motives. The captives were an added bonus.. or annoyance.

The kid comment was ignored. He was too out of it to get cranky.

His tired blue eyes slid over to Clerise's hands as she presented a flask. She was offering a minor booze? Clerise just went up an awesome point in Otto's head. She had a point though. Even he wasn't dumb enough to consume alcohol while drugged up.

He nodded at the assurance he'd be 'good'. Keeping his lips tight wasn't difficult, really. Unless he was drunk. "Yeah.. later." He murmured quietly, his eyes still settled on the flask. He knew he was a lightweight when it came to booze. He'd have to be careful about having any around others. "Maybe when'm not stuck in here'r sumthin'."

Otto grasped the offered flask, staring at the hands clasped over his own. His gaze trailed up her arms and to her face, his head tilting and brows softly lowering in lieu of a glare. Of course he'd be good! Geez~ His drugged up promises were as good as.. non drugged promises. Totally.

His eyes fell as she used his bed as a head rest. He was tired, but that wouldn't change for a while. Otto wanted to try and increase how long his bouts of wakefulness were anyway.

And he wanted the company.

Bricklaying and repairing? "How bad did this place get it?" He asked sleepily, slipping the flask under his pillow.

He furrowed his brows softly. "A dove?"