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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:39 am
Part of her couldn't believe she was doing what she was doing, but the other part of her knew that she couldn't let things continue on as they were. Everything was in such disarray that it hurt, and she only wanted to fix things, no matter how impossible it was going to be.
After all, she was only one woman, and Otto's room was... a horrible mess.
She'd knocked. No one had answered. Sasha didn't hesitate before letting herself into his room, taking a moment to soak it all in.
There was... quite a lot to soak in.
She got to work.
Thirty minutes passed before she stepped back to check her progress. She could see the floor, at this point.
Sasha sighed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:51 am
It was a bad time when a man couldn't even leave his room unattended for a few hours and expect it to be the same when he came back.
Otto walked into his room to find the floor felt funny. It felt flat, and stiff. The usual squish and random changed in elevation were way off. And there seemed to be someone there.
The blonde blinked at Sasha, furrowing his brows at her. His head slowly turned away from her to take in what was left of his mess. There was a lot left, but also a lot missing.
". . . . What are'ya doin'?" He asked in a grouchy tone.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:56 am
She'd heard the doorknob turn. She didn't look over her shoulder at him - no, she was far too busy sending horrified looks in the direction of the massive pile of clothes that had amassed next to her.
"I can't tell what's clean or not, Otto. You can start sniffing that pile there, and make another pile of what needs to be washed."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:03 pm
Her answer brought on a headache.
Otto looked like he might suffer some kind of aneurism, clutching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger; his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep the bewilderment at bay. "Uh.. you're.. cleanin' my room..?" He observed with some strain. "Why?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:06 pm
It was at that point that Sasha finally turned to face him, brows arching in a look that could only be described as, 'lol r u srs'.
"Because it's a mess."
She pursed her lips.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:21 pm
"So?" He sassed back, crossing his arms, defiant.
He may have been gotten older, but like Hell was he matured.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:24 pm
"How old are you, Otto?"
She narrowed her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:25 pm
Otto's posture stiffened slightly as she asked, squinting at her as if contemplating the outcome of his answer.
"Eighteen."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:27 pm
"And... this," she gave a wide sweep of her arm, indicating the room, "is comfortable for you? What happens if you.. I don't know."
She cleared her throat. This was a delicate matter.
"Find a girl you like?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:31 pm
Why yes. Yes it was comfortable. Very much so. Surrounded by a mess of things that belonged to him, and him alone. However, he was jostled from his smugness when presented with a rather odd scenario.
"Uh.." He tried not to let on that she'd startled him, but failed. "Just.. wouldn't... bring her... um.."
. . .
"Point taken."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:34 pm
Sasha smiled then, a bright white crescent that spread across her face and lit up her eyes.
"Exactly. Now, start smelling those shirts - or we can just wash all of them - and tell me what you've been up to lately? I heard the last mission was... wrought with loss."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:43 pm
"Uh.. safe bet." A lot of his stuff had been washed thanks to Solia but...
He didn't remember what.
Otto huffed and started sorting what he did remember to be clean and tossed them onto the dresser and off the floor. "Y-yeah.." Otto murmured. "Lost our weapons for a while.." He'd actually woken up that morning to the sweet and equally annoying chatter of Tenya. As if it had been a bad dream.
"Also did some Deathsweeper trainin'. Sucked at it again. Rep lost too though, so I felt better bout it." He smirked lightly to himself, but it faded.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:49 pm
Sasha picked up a probably-dirty-but-maybe-clean shirt and started clearing any and all available surfaces, freeing them of dust and dirt and whatever else called a teenage boy's room home.
She didn't even want to think about it.
"Melvin and Rep, hmm?" Sasha fell silent. "Well, there's always next time. If you want someone to train with, I'd be happy to tag along."
She cleared her throat.
"That must've been before I landed him in the infirmary."
She sounded entirely too proud of the fact.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 12:56 pm
"Sure. Actually, that'd be cool." He'd been meaning to do more training. Somehow, doing it all alone no longer felt right. Companionship was somehow integral more and more each day. Even with Tenya back, he found he desired it a little more than normal.
Besides, those who suffer together, uhm.. however that went.
"Woah, seriously?" Otto had been a little slow on the intake of the latest Deus gossip. He'd need to be better about that. Usually he tried to stay on top of the going ons of the place. Twitter was a good source but didn't always have all of the information. "...nice." It was good to know that guy got knocked down a peg or two every now and then.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:11 pm
She tugged the sheets free from his bed, wadding everything together before tossing them over her shoulder. Once that was finished, she got started on the pillows.
"He's very careless," she shook her head, thinking about the way the goosebumps had rippled Rep's skin on the day she'd visited him in Melvin's presence. A devious smile curled her lips. "He's probably out now, if all the weapons are back."
He'd be looking for her.
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