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[herodrowned]

@sxientist​ +

He knew who it was the second he’d heard the whirling of metal against it’s self.

“Otto! What are you doing?!” Norman’s hands moved to the actuator that had slipped around his waist, only struggling slightly. His eyes moved to find Otto, a brow lifting at him.

It was only partly an accident; his arms tend to notice things sooner than he does, watching his back, four extra eyes that dare not to tell him of their findings until he’s turned around. Norman was suspended not too high off the ground but just high enough that Otto had to look up to make eye contact. “I think that they thought you were...” Otto sways his head side to side, a vague implication, before pointing a finger to his own head. “Perhaps they were wrong.” He still doesn’t put Norman down, though.

[conngenic]

@sxientist​ ♥ - for Otto!

The stern face is on! Curt puts his hand on his hip, though tries not to make a show of leaning to one side too much, brows furrowed. This man has a total of two priorities in his life, pushing aside everything else. As much as he admired Otto’s intellect, he sees too much of his students in him; far too dedicated, draining himself away. “You’d probably 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎 if it weren’t for Rosie... I swear, your head is in that project day in and out. I’ve only got one hand, Otto, must I drag you all the way outside your lab?”