"We've got a plan then. We will just cause as much mayhem as we can for the remainder of the year, enjoy outlets elves, and we will deal with being adults only when and if it needs dealt with. Deal?" He stuck his hand out, bending it at a weird angle so that trouble would be able to grasp it and shake it. After all a deal couldn't be a deal unless it was shook upon.
"Younger that right. My life would be a hell of a lot more boring without you in it, Trouble." Which was why he didn't want to picture a life in which Trouble wasn't there. It was actually depressing.
His Uncle Julian was Otto's hero. He had stood up to his family at an early age and confronted them about their bigotry and hate. When it was clear that they loved their way of life more than him, he left. Otto had went through the same thing for different reasons. He's been so young that if Julian hadn't have stepped in, he had no idea where he would be. "You would stick a worm down someone's shirt. I am not surprised at all." She would stick a worm down his shirt given the chance.
"Listen pal, you've already tried to use my name once already, so you have already evened the playing field. Now I owe you one. You'll never know when it's coming, where we will be, or who we will be in front of," he finished in an onmious voice.