Oh.
Dear.
Lord.
Otto winced at Mark's antics, his eyes trying to adjust to the harsh flashing lights. Division Leader... Oh God, was he really? Just like that? Otto almost...
almost missed Caelius. The man didn't even know why Otto was here, and already he wanted something from him. Otto huffed, dug something out of his pocket and chucked it into Mark's waiting hand.
It was a quarter, a stick of gum, lip chap, and a toothpick.
"Hey, you never specified what fee." All the respect for senor Division Lead. It was as if Allen's cousin had taken over Death. Sooner or later he pictured them all running into battle wearing Pokemon costumes and miniskirts.
"M'here bout that gross Breeding Program. I saw the list you gave Rep."