Otto leaned against the glowing wall of a vending machine, popping a bright blue lollipop into his mouth. As you approached, his red pupils flicked up lazily, though his headphone stayed in place.

“Huh, didn’t expect company,” he said, pushing one side off his ears. He extended a hand, offering you a piece of candy from the open pack. “Sweets? They’re the good ones.” A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he added, “Not much else worth enjoying around here, you know.”