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The storm didn't let up. It kept getting stronger and noisier. Otto laid in his King size bed with a pillow over his head, just trying to block the noise. After an hour or so, he gave up. Instead he laid on his back, staring out the window as his head tilted to the side. The storm was hard to see at night, but the lightning strikes made the whole room flash with fright. In fact, Otto remembered then why he'd been trying to block it out.

He hated storms. They were a little scary, and very unnerving. Too many times they'd caused terrifying power outages when he was a child, exposing him to the darkness of a lightless bedroom.

Another sudden blast came, but this time it came with shattering glass. He screamed at the scare, scurrying away from the side of the bed that was closest to that wall. Wind and rain were blasting inside his bedroom. His heart raced painfully in fear from the scare.

"s**t!!!"

Otto leapt out of bed to grab his shoes. Surveying the window, all the while getting rained on in the process, he wondered how he could cover it up. It was going to soak his room full of rain and leaves.

He tsked, and ran from his large suite out into the hall. Flashes of lightning kept him from staying calm, jumping each time a crack of thunder boomed. "s**t s**t s**t..." He needed a tarp. Something.

His scurrying down the stairs led him to the main floor, still in pyjama pants and a loose tee shirt, as well as hastily thrown on shoes.

Otto skidded to a stop, staring at Melvin for a moment to make sure he was actually there. He didn't like Melvin, but he didn't like a lot of people. And right now, he needed help.

"Uh... window burst in my room. I need like..." He fidgeted, "A tarp or something?"

Thank the Gods. Melvin was giving him sound information he could use. He nodded, eager to get this all done quickly before his bedroom was the scene of a disaster.

Otto looked down at himself, "No? They'd just get wet again. I'll change after I fix the window." Because he would not be sleeping in wet clothes. In fact, he might need a hot shower after this. He turned to find the Mist closet, waving his hand behind him. "I need a second pair of hands, so if you could meet me at my room, that'd be great!"

Yes, he was volunteering him. "Second Floor! Door's open!" Otto wasn't a total a**, and he planned to owe the man a favour.

"No?" Otto answered, seeing Melvin had decided Otto didn't know what he was doing.

Melvin was right.

He watched a bit dumbfounded as Melvin explained, and shoved open the door. Scratching his head, he shrugged. "It's like... the size of the wall? Like uh..." He pointed upward. "It's tall. My windows are like, a bunch of panels. One of them got busted open. It's about yay wide." He opened his arms out wide. "Or a little bigger than that.."

Otto felt like he was being judged. He decided to glare at him as a counter attack. How dare he make Otto feel stupid! It wasn't like he measured his windows in his spare time. Who knew that stuff off hand? He made faces behind Melvin's back to make himself feel better. He knew enough about measurements!

He did, however, make a sour face when Melvin used his patented 'otto' version of measurement back at him. "Yeah fine. Whatever." He grumbled, sifting through the supplies for the nails and kit. He had to get this over with before his bedroom became a rainforest.

He found the kit, and what he assumed were nails 'this long'. "Here, got'em. Come one." He was getting impatient again.

Otto fidgeted, waiting with restrained impatience until Melvin finally seemed ready. The teen huffed a sigh of relief, and started off towards his room. He tried not to job or run, so he kept to a speed walk. Melvin did have the larger materials to carry, after all.

Finally, they reached his room. He rushed in, bee-lining for his bedroom. The howling wind was immediately heard, as if monsters were just around the corner. Wind, rain and debris streamed through the window, his carpet soaked, and his bed messy from having just been slept in.

"Okay, okay! What'do we do?" He asked frantically, tossing the tools onto a nearby chair.

Otto did as he was told to, nailing in the lower parts of the board before anything else. The margin for error was small, as the windows were so close together. He tsked and cussed, the howling wind impatiently beating against the board.

When it came to high places, Otto was left to try and reach on his tippy toes.

Otto was on it as soon as Melvin spoke again. Broken glass still littered the floor, rain and debris had been hitting them. It was beyond infuriating. He nailed the next board into place hurriedly, going through every step with panic in his mind. Finally, after some solid team work, it all seemed to be coming together.

It was still noisy, but it was blocked off. "Ugh..." Wet and miserable. They were certainly a pair.