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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/>There it was. That sound again, that laughter. The notes tingled his ears and it made him smile. It also brought the red back into his cheeks. This time he couldn't quite shake the color out of his cheeks. That laugh kept bouncing around in his head. This year was already promising to be a fun one it seemed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Anything I'd like to know about you? Hmm...  I'd like to know a great deal more. But the questions, are ones I'm not willing to ask just yet."</span>He murred a bit, closing his eyes as she messed with his hair and set about fixing it. While he was the friendly type, he never  let too many people mess with his hair too much. It felt good to be honest. As she worked over his hair, he hummed something, a tune from long ago it seemed. It looked like he was rather content for the time being. Every now and then a finger would twitch. The tune was easy enough for Heather to follow along, should she so desire.