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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 12:07 pm
Wilson had only talked with Otto once, but there was something about jousting on wheely chairs that made the not-much-of-a-conversation conversation memorable. Plus, they were in the same division. That has to count for something. His initial reflex was to bake Otto something sweet and take it to him, but the kid had been in the hospital for a while now. Surely he must have already gotten a few sweets to satisfy his sweet tooth? Of course, Wilson’s sweet tooth would never be satisfied, but that was only when he wasn’t freaking sick.
So instead he found himself making rice congee, exactly the way his mother always made it for him whenever he fell ill. The small pot was still hot when he peeked into Otto’s room. He was still sleeping—with a plushie clutched in his hands. Wilson grinned as he set the pot down and looked between the sleeping Otto and the congee. To go or not to go, that was the question.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 12:28 pm
Otto had been sleeping soundly until a presence nearby seemed to make him stir. A short while later, his eyes opened. A tired gaze fell on the other Death trainee, taking a moment to calculate who was there. Wait.. Wilson? They'd been on missions, and they had jousted (which was pretty damn bad a**) but as far as he knew they'd never really talked. Maybe that's why. Less of a chance for Otto to piss him off?
"What're you doin' here?" Otto asked in a tired tone, slowly lifting himself up enough into a seated position. Better yet, how long had he been there?
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 4:46 pm
Wilson froze when the younger trainee began to move. s**t. Was Otto waking up? Maybe if Wilson was quick enough he could fast walk out of the room before—too late.
He smiled politely and slid his hands into his jacket pockets. “Just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” [Even though you’ve only talked with him once or twice. Shut up. He half-nodded to the dog toy in his hands. “Really cute.” His gaze locked onto the pot of congee and he walked over to tap its lid. “I made you some congee. You’re probably not eating much, and it’s light on the stomach.” Way to care, Wilson.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:01 pm
Checking up on him? That was.. oddly considerate, considering they barely knew each other. Otto's eyes darted to the plush toy as it was made mention of, quickly stuffing it under his pillow. "Yeah.." He grumbled, leaning back and eyeing Wilson carefully.
He totally wasn't sleeping with a stuffed animal, you could prove nothing.
"Con what?" Otto asked sleepily, narrowing his eyes at the container.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 3:30 pm
He chuckled once Otto buried the toy under his pillow. Wilson stepped back to lean against a wall and crossed his arms. “You don’t need to hide it. I’ve already seen it anyways.”
Wilson couldn’t prove anything, but he was never going to forget that sight, Otto, never. He had seen another side of Otto today and he was going to remember it if it was the last thing he did.
“Congee,” he repeated. He walked over to the pot and carefully took off the lid. Steam immediately rose out from beneath. “It’s like porridge, but instead of oats it’s rice. So it’s like an Asian porridge, I guess.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 4:48 pm
"Rice..?" Otto peered at the steaming container of food. Wel.. he wasn't terribly hungry, but it didn't hurt to try. It might give him back some strength, after all. "Um... okay.." Otto relented, reaching out for the food. "Didn't go outta your way to make this did ya?" He asked hesitantly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 9:03 pm
“Yeah. Rice.” Wilson raised an eyebrow to Otto before he pointed to himself. His Asian appearance wasn’t difficult to notice. Was there really a need to question why Wilson made congee of all things?
For a second, he was a deer caught in headlights before he turned away and went to pour Otto a tiny bowl of the soup. “…no.”
Yes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 9:22 pm
Otto narrowed his eyes at Wilson, wondering why he was pointing at himself. It finally clicked after a moment. "Oh right.. Asians make rice." He murmured deliriously. It was their thing, or something. Then again, if he was to put all his faith into stereotypes, than by all accounts Otto was supposed to be an ill educated hick who rode a lawnmower to town based solely on his accent. Pro tip: he wasn't. Then again, the lawnmower bit sounded badass. <> Tenya chimed in, mentally swatting him for derailing his thought process. NO? So he didn't go out of his way? Had Otto been at full mental health, he'd have called Wilson on his bullshit. However, he was not well. "Oh. Good." He took up the bowl as soon as it was within reach. "It looks... boring.."
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 3:57 pm
The younger death hunter didn’t understand at first, but things clicked eventually. Wilson grinned when Otto finally made the connection. “Stereotypical, I know, but some things I can’t help.”
Otto seemed to believe Wilson’s answer. He gave the blonde a curious look, but considering the events he probably went though, Wilson let it slide. “Does porridge look more interesting than this?” he asked, quirking a brow at Otto. “It’s not supposed to look that interesting. I put some green onions and other herbs in it though, so it won’t taste too bland.”
Was it weird that Wilson was now pouring himself a bowl as well? Probably, but maybe he secretly really liked congee. “What do you think?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 4:04 pm
"Do'ya know kung fu too?" He wasn't kidding. He was serious. "Cause that'd be badass."Otto looked at the congee with a blank expression, shaking his head. No, porridge was generally bland. "No.. but porridge gets like.. honey.." Otto and his never waning sweet tooth. But as much as he complained, he really wasn't all that picky. He'd eat anything. Otto took a helping of the substance, eating a couple of mouthfuls before shrugging lightly. "Tastes like air." He said bluntly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 11:26 pm
Wilson examined Otto’s face intently, trying to gauge whether or not the boy seemed serious.
He seemed serious.
His lips were pressed together in a tight line before he admitted, “I tried tae kwon do for a couple years before I stopped. It wasn’t my thing.”
Otto only received a curious look from Wilson. “Really?” A mental note to make porridge with honey just so he could try this out. He couldn’t help but smirk at him. Wilson could taste the mild flavor just fine, but maybe it was an acquired taste. “Does porridge not taste like air, then? Do enlighten me, Otto.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 8:59 am
"Oooh... cool.." He had no idea what Tae Kwon Do was? But he was pretty sure it involved awesome things. "No.. porridge tastes like.. cardboard and honey.." Otto replied, poking his meal with a utensil. Despite his lackluster complaints, he took another mouthful of it. It went down a lot easier than cupcakes. "'s not.. bad..." He grumbled.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:41 pm
“It was a long time ago, though. And I wasn’t really into it so I’ve pretty much forgotten all of it.” Wilson shrugged. “I’m more of a runner than a martial artist anyways.”
He raised an eyebrow at Otto. “Cardboard and honey, I see…” Wilson grinned while he leaned back into the chair. “That’s good to hear.” Wilson took a spoonful from his own bowl. “Do you know when you’re going to check out?”
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 9:49 pm
"Running doesn't sound as cool though.." He remarked quietly, twirling the spoon in the food. His normally sassy remarks didn't hold the kick they usually did. Otto was obviously drained mentally. Otto shook his head while taking a small bite from the congee again. "I dunno.. a couple days maybe?" He couldn't wait to be in his own bed. He hated the infirmary. Still, it was better than a mouldy, wet stone cell. Another bite of the congee. For something that seemed airy and tasteless, the blonde seemed to be eating it rather steadily.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:29 pm
“It doesn’t,” he agreed, “but martial arts wasn’t for me. I preferred running wherever. Looking at the scenery was nice.” Sans the uphill running and aching muscles, of course. Wilson watched the younger boy twirl his spoon. While the only significant conversation he had with Otto was that one time, he definitely acted differently. [Not surprising.]
He nodded before taking another mouthful of congee. “We should joust again,” Wilson said suddenly. “When you feel better, I mean. How about it?”
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