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Otto hadn't expected Nevada to be outside his door. She usually just came on in, all smiles and full of energy. Was she really starting to fall apart already? He'd wanted more time. He didn't want her to go yet. Not ever. She looked terrible. Still beautiful, but everything in her appearance screamed that her body was failing her.

"Hey." He offered, trying not to stare down too much. He knew it wasn't her fault she was physically ailing. Nothing she could do.

"You know you can just walk in, right?" Maybe he needed to remind her, assure her, that she was always welcome.

Otto managed a brief, shy smile, that faded just as soon as it had appeared. She'd wanted him even when he was shorter, that whole year ago. His youthful appearance never bothered her so much. She liked him for him, even if he didn't like himself.
"Yeah. Maybe Kostya's been putting somethin' in my dinners." The dates kind of matched up. He'd started feeling growing pains soon after he'd been getting free dinners every night.

Her request made him happy. He'd been worried. He thought she'd avoid him entirely. She'd said one night, and he'd not bothered her about it. But she was back, and she wanted company. His company.

"I still have some leave days left for the month. Sure." He nodded solemnly, "Lead the way. Anywhere you want."

Otto smirked, "If you wanna risk the Russian voodoo food, I always have leftovers." He joked lightly.

Her soft kiss was return, his eyes closing lightly for a moment until she pulled away. He was either incredibly lucky, or terribly unfortunate. He finally had someone on the island he could get close to, and she was going to die. His naive self held on hope it wasn't set in stone. There had to be a way to save her.

"Really?" Otto was intrigued. There really was a real life place that the long a** fantasy film was shot in? He wasn't a huge fan of the franchise, but it interested him enough to visit New Zealand.

Her joke was met with him lightly whipping her over the head again. "You're a dweeb. Let's go."

"Right." He said with a straight face. Don't you dare get taller, Nevada.

He gave a smirk, taking some pride in her compliments. Personally he didn't understand the fascination about elves or Orlando Bloom, but that wasn't his business. He held her hand firmly, trying not to take anything she said or did for granted. The urge to compliment her back was there, but awkward fears prevented him from saying anything.

The beauty of the country that spread out before him through the portal made his jaw drop. The island they lived on had it's own marvel and beauty, but this? It was astounding. A chill ran down his spine from the view alone.
"It's amazing." he murmured, letting his inner thoughts out into a voice for once.

He looked down as Nevada rolled around, giving a short, quiet laugh. With a swift move, he took a picture with his cell phone of the girl rolling in the grass. He didn't take enough pictures of his friends, he realized. Maybe he ought to.

"It's easy to forget." He agreed, dropping beside her. "Sometimes you start to believe the island is the only place on Earth."

She was a dweeb. Cheesy, and dorky. He liked her that way.

His eyes drifted down to her lips, closing as they kissed. This was nice. Sitting in the grass, warm and safe from prying eyes of the island. As such the playful push had him on his back, a small grunt as he did. Looking up at her, her long hair cascading around him, sunlight peeking through and backlighting her face. He almost didn't hear her request. Lost in beauty.

"I like that idea." He said honestly. A hike through this foreign nature of wide open fields. Sunshine, and nothing around to attack them. No fighting, just peace.

His smile returned, playful in nature as he gave Nevada a cheeky grin. "Share a sleeping bag? Shame on you, naughty girl." His hand slipped behind her neck, pulling her close to him as he pressed a needy kiss to her lips.

"All true." He agreed, looking a little bit smug about it. She really did have his behaviours down to a fine art.

If her intentions had been keeping warmer on a cold night, his mind likely still would have gone south. It was difficult to help it. He shrugged innocently at her, returning her kiss all too readily before they got up and headed to town.

There it was. The great wide wilderness waiting for them. "Ready." He murmured, only a little bit worried about the hike. He grew up in a farming town, raised in the funeral home owned by his parents. Despite the wide open spaces he'd always been surrounded by, he couldn't say he had much experience in 'roughing it'.

He took the first step forward anyway.

"Hell, it's good endurance training." Not that they needed a work related excuse to be out there. "Think we'll run into orcs?" A thought crossed his mind very suddenly, and he almost stopped altogether. They were staying overnight. In the woods. The woods didn't even have electricity or street lamps.

Despite the warm air, Otto felt cold.

"Um, so when it gets dark... what will we do?"

Retaliation was found, Otto giving the young lady a pinch on the butt in return. "Honestly, so long as I have your company?" He gave her a brief smile, "It's whatever.." Her faith in his abilities in staving off Orcs was amusing, but probably founded.

Otto hadn't been sure if Nevada knew about his phobia of the dark. She spent many nights at his apartment, and he always kept every night light on when he slept. She must have put two and two together. He gave a nod in confirmation. Glad he didn't have to spell it out.

Otto's gaze lifted to the bushes. Deer?

To be honest, he wasn't terribly impressed or inspired by an animal, even if it was unusual to see them nowadays. But, Nevada seemed to enjoy it. "Yep. Sure is." He drawled in mild sass with crossed arms. "Bambi's mom?"