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December being the festive season nearly slipped Otto's mind. Last year he only remembered because of Julie's handiwork. But with that mystic little woman gone, there was only white walls and odd jobs.

Besides, he was too busy moving his belongings into his new room on the second floor.

An apartment all to himself. The boy was all a flutter inside, and grumpy as always on the outside. In his arms was a giant pile of clothing. He had no means of transporting any of his things aside from kicking them down the hall and up the stairs.

He didn't ask for help. He never liked asking for help. He'd do this by himself.

So much for peace and quiet. Otto sighed quietly as Molly bounded over to him. His clothes were shifted around into a more comfortable hold as she approached. "Thanks.." Otto murmured, his tone bashful but his expression stern as ever.

He wasn't sue how to handle her enthusiasm. But, this was the first congrats he'd heard so far.

"Um.. sure. I still got some blankets n stuff back there." Otto replied. His new room came furnished; he simply needed his belongings and personal touches in it. All that was left behind was bedding, a hoard of pillows, and... well that was it. He had very little in the way of belongings.

Hugs from Molly were rather special. While his clothing filled arms blocked most of it, the squishy huntress was a comfy person to have hug you.

And yes, Molly. The pillows were vital. They would all be brought to the new room.

"For me?" Otto replied, walking toward the stairs, his gaze trained on the strawberry blonde. "Sorry.. I'd have gotten ya somethin' too but we ain't had shore leave in ages.." He lamented in a low murmur. A couple of hats in his ball of clothes tried to escape, but Otto shifted to keep everything contained.

What Molly explained had Otto feeling humbled. She'd gotten him something while on leave so long ago. On her own time, with no special occasion as an excuse. She spotted something she believed would suit him, and spent her own money to get it for him. Humbled indeed.

"Knock yerself out.." Otto replied, dragging himself up the steps in heavy and blunt strides, no hint of grace. He was a man on a mission. Besides, the weight of his cargo made it difficult to be his usual light-footed self, leaping up two steps at a time. Just cause he could.

Down the empty hallway of the second floor he went, until he reached his door, 220. With a bit of shimmying he kicked the door open, which had been left ajar for ease. And belod, the room was revealed. Most of his things were already inside, though nothing had been put into a designated place as of yet. In true Otto fashion, his clothes were dumped on the floor. Likely they would remain until Molly or likely Sasha barged in and complained.

"Uh... yeah?" Otto said with a brow raised high. Not much had changed, other than the pillows had been piled on the area rug, the blankets were half hazardly strewn about the bed, and his nicer clothes that he'd gotten from Eva were hung in the open closet.

He looked at the presents in her arms, and gave her a curious stare. "Uh.. I get two?" More than one present? Geez, girls just seemed to like doting on Otto.

"N-no.. just surprised.." Not that he minded getting more. He took the offered gift, unceremoniously ripping the wrapping like a child at Christmas. The tearing noises were one of the best parts.

Socks.

Otto looked disappointed. Very. "But I don't.. wear socks.." He murmured. Sure, he might be offending Molly and her gracious gift. But... socks. He felt like she didn't know him well at all. That or she was hinting at something.

He took the second present with some eagerness, hoping maybe the socks were some kind of teaser. Unless it was underwear. Yeah.. yeah he could see her buying him underwear. Hell, he'd caught Eva buying him some too, the last time they'd gone on leave.

However, his eyes lit up as he opened the next gift. "Dude... these are so cool." He exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah.. not somethin' I'd usually wear... but they're kickass kicks."

The teen preferred slip ons for their ease of wear. However, for missions, high ankle shoes might be a better idea. Besides, socks would come in handy if he went to the antarctic again. No more frost bite.

Otto hesitated a moment. He wanted to thank Molly for her continued kindness, but he wasn't feeling that a simple thank you would cut it. With some awkward fidgeting and a lot of staring at the ground, the teen took a step forward and offered a hug.

"Th-...thanks.."