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Day two was not nearly so terrifying. Clerise was free of Balthazar, even though they had spent the night together. No, not like THAT-- just...His company was nice, to have him as a voice of reason aloud, to make her feel less nutter butter about the whole situation.

In the morning, after breakfast had been snuck back in, she'd asked him what he wanted to do. And he had, in all his grumpy glory, had laughed-- but just once.

"No offence, sheila," he'd said with the smallest of grins, a secret smile that only he knew the meaning of. "I know that you're free. Give a bloke some time to not feel as though he were an ankle-biter, yeah?"

So they had gone their seperate ways, and the acrobat was left wandering the halls, dragging fingertips along the walls, lost in thought. Her duty in the jungle was done, for now, and now she was just ambling in the halls. It was strange to see monsters everywhere, and some definitely gave her a start. Others made perfect sense-- Roar to Jerry, Nona to Sasha, that angel of Rep's. Others were fantastical and strange-- but it...

Deus felt way more like a home, cozy and almost too small. She heard a familiar voice, low and almostttt too grumpy to be real.

So she followed it.

Clerise's curiosity was INSTANTANEOUSLY piqued, bounding over with an excited leap.

"No more what?" she crooned, instantly towering over them both, bent at the hip. "Is this ginger girly your weapon~?" Wiggling her fingers at the girl, Clerise just grinned. "Prodigy, you're a tomato, what is this girl doing to you, huh?"

She raised a brow, giving Tenya an appraising glance-- and then caught her eye on what he was TRYING to keep her away from. "Ohhhh. Is this a twitter fight? I wonder where Balthazar went, he's got my phone..."

For a moment, she was almost worried about the reaper spilling some secrets-- and then Clerise realised.

She didn't really HAVE any. Phew. So, in Otto's best interest, the redhead wrenched the weapon from Otto's hand, dancing back and out of reach, spinning on her heel, holding it behind her back. "Come on, let's have a fair fight, yeah?"

Clerise flashed Otto a wink, and bowed in a rather extravagant manner, holding the phone out of reach. She briefly pondered shoving it down her shirt to keep it safe, but...

Prodigy looked red enough as is. "A pleasure, Tenya," the redhead replied with a grin, offering her free hand out for a handshake, if she'd take it.

"The pleasure's miine-- and. You know, that doesn't even surprise me." She laughed, taking a seat next to Otto, wrapping her arm around his side, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Confessing all of your filthy little secrets, huh? Like the fact that you do smile? And lots?"

Clerise lightly poked his side, lips quirked upwards before heaving a long-suffering sigh. "I'll neverrr understand the people who call you a grumpy."

Clerise grinned, pleased to be on Tenya's side. She let Otto adjust to her presence, not squeezing him or getting any closer, just within a comfortable arm's reach.

"Don't you both be bullshitting me. I saw it. Acrobatics, mister? Aerial cartwheels?" She leaned close to knock her shoulder against the smaller blond's, grinning at Tenya. "A little, maybe," she whispered conspiratorially, winking at the teen's weapon.

"Aw, don't say that. That's just inviting her to post increasingly obnoxious things until she reveals your MOST mortifying secrets, not just the funsies ones." Clerise wagged a finger at Tenya. "I so don't trust you, pretty lady. No offence taken, I hope~"

She leaned in to ruffle Otto's hair, poking at his side, right in between the ribs, a few times. Safe to do so, since she had pocketed the phone. However, her eyes sparkled at the idea of secrets.

"But...you know..." The redhead grinned. "Telling just ME is a smaller audience. I want to know some!"

"Ahuh," Clerise said, raising her brow. She did a z-snap, looking completely disbelieving. "Deny it all you want, but you smiled, and I saw it--" Clerise winked back at Tenya, "and it was adorable."

Otto's little hiss took Clerise by surprise-- had she done something to provoke him that was over the line--

Ohhh.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Is that so, Otto?" the redhead asked, inching closer, crawling along the floor towards him.



With a ferocious battlecry, Clerise jumped on her prey like a she-lion did to a gazelle, lunging after him. "Why didn't you SAY so!~"

She was collecting ticklish bitches on this island. First Jordan, and now Otto. This was gonna be amazing. As soon as the redhead was close enough, her fingers fell upon the blond's sides, tickling him with gusto.

Clerise tuned out Tenya, focusing entirely on her prey. She would look so perfectly at home as a cat, she really would.

Plus, there was no Cap'n around saying that she should be merciful.

Her lips stretch wide with a cheshire grin, and Clerise digs her fingers into his sides, scooting closer. She clamped her legs over one of his outstretched legs, trapping him to the ground. "Silly prodigy~" the redhead said, grunting with the effort of keeping Otto within her TICKLING GRASP She ran her fingers along his belly and sides with a relentless fervour.

"I'd tell you say uncle," she continued, trying to grab one of Otto's wrist with one hand. "But I'd sooo be lying if I said I'd stop if you did!"

Clerise was giggling up a storm, too, one strong hand wrapped around Otto's wrist, keeping it away. She hadn't had a tickle war with anyone in ages-- the time with Jordan felt so long ago-- trapped in that awful, tiny bubble of a capsule out in the water, submerged.

It was fun, and alive, and exhilarating, because laughter was her favourite thing. It felt good to hear Otto of all people laughing like nothing mattered. It had not been so long ago, really, that he had been a quiet, shuddering mess who clung to her like a child did to his mother's skirts.

Lost in thought, Otto's arm slipped free from hers. She snapped back to attention, and decided to relent after one last drag of tickling fingers along his belly.

"Life's not fair, little dude~" Red eyes lazily slid over to Tenya, amusement written in them. "This is soooo much blackmail material, dude." A fangy grin was written on the acrobat's face, and she leaned in close. "I willl redeem favours as I see fit, lest I tell Dakota or someone equally obnoxious who won't stop."

Her weight was still settled on his legs, she realised, so Clerise rolled off of him, wrapping an arm around Otto's shoulder.

"Therefore, you and me and Eva-- and Tenya, if you want-- will be having a movie night in Clarice's room, since that's where I'm sleeping. This is your payment to me. Deal?"

The redhead winked at her fellow ginger partner in crime, relaxing against the wall. She leaned in to press an obnoxious kiss to his temple. "You know you love it, and me, and Eva, so. I'll figure out what we want to watch."

She snickered. "Don't worry, Prodigy, your secret's safe with me. Probably, anyway." Clerise offered Otto her pinkie finger, her gaze solemn. "It's no ********' deal till we swear on it. C'mon, everyone knows that."

Now, to figure out WHICH movie. And also tell Eva she volunteered her for a movie night. "And don't pout, it's unbecoming," Clerise continued, not really meaning it, taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair.