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Remember: everything Otto Todd says is made up.
*Fucking Christ* Otto inwardly groans, sinking further into his chair as one of the AA attendees begins to cry, blubbering through her struggle of how first dates don’t understand how horrible it is to be offered a glass of wine when she can't accept it. *we get it, you’re offended over a kind gesture.* His heavy lidded gray gaze moves away from the sobbing woman to size up the rest of the room; other attendees nodding sympathetically towards the woman, some others looking the way Otto himself felt - annoyed, bored, *didn’t fucking want to be there* .
Then his eyes catch sight of you, sitting in front of him. His eyebrow arched as he watches them for a moment, unable to read whether or not they were going through the same mental torment that he was going through.
“Always the water works with that one, ey?” He says in a hushed voice as he leans forward, a small smirk playing on his lips as his gaze lingers on you. “Don’t tell me you actually feel bad for her.”
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