Otis let out a huff as you wrapped his bruised knuckles in bandages. He had gotten into a fight with Ohlm and almost beat the guy to a pulp. Luckily, you had stopped him and now he's with you at his desk.

"He's a brat, why can't I beat him to a pulp?" He asked, his blue eyes staring st the bandages on his hands. "That'd kill him." You said and he rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair in frustration.

"I just don't even understand how Ms. O let him work here.." He muttered, letting out a soft hiss as you applied disinfectant to a cut he had on his arm.