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[Billy has never thought of himself as one of those obsessive stalker boyfriends who needs to be attached at the hip to his significant other at all times. Really, he'd always figured they were pretty good about mutual space. A two-month separation with the potential of spending years in this place without seeing Teddy again is, however, apparently the trigger he'd needed to become one, so after one too many looks from Teddy - some patient, others not so much - he'd officially gotten himself banished from the apartment for the afternoon after too much worried lurking. Which is... not the greatest thing ever on a hot day like today, but ten minutes down the road he realizes that, yeah, he'd been a little ridiculous, either blowing off his responsibilities or dragging Teddy along for the ride. He's happy and eager to have Teddy here, but they'd lived separate lives at least half the time back home; no reason for that to not continue here as well.
It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.
Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):
- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)
While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]
What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?
[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]
It's just hard to let go after you've missed someone for that long.
Still, that's how he finds himself out and about for around five hours today, doing the following (in no particular order):
- a late lunch at Seventh Heaven
- searching around the library for comic books
- combat practice in the Battle Dome (with or without his trusty new teacher)
While at the library, a few sketches find their way into his journal, more or less like the following: this, this, and this. Some time afterwards, a scribbled message appears below.]
What are some good ways to deal with bad dreams?
[Once he's finished all his daily stuff, he'll be bringing groceries home around dinner time, in the hopes that he's allowed. Feel free to run into him at any time.]
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What if it feels too much like you're just an observer? Like you're watching some kind of messed up play in your own head.
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Depends on why you're having nightmares.
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[He was hoping for advice, like a cup of cocoa before bedtime or something, but now people want to talk about it... erk.]
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It's about when he's in the general store that he sees a message from Billy. Not to him, but to the general public. A request, and drawings. Teddy knows what this is about, and it makes him grow a little somber as a result.
So, he decides that Billy ought to come home to something good.
He takes a few things from the store, at first digging in his pockets for change before realizing that he doesn't need it, then awkwardly makes his way out while trying not to feel like he just stole something. Still, the items he got are pretty important right now.
Because when Billy gets back a few hours later, he might smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and the apartment. The kitchen's been cleaned, though the smell still lingers. Might want to check out what's up, huh, Billy?]
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He juggles his bags over into one hand to get the door open, glancing around in search of his boyfriend or their floormate.]
Teddy?
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Maybe help him recognize what he needed to do to break out.
It's when he placing a book back on the shelf that he notices Billy browsing around.] Billy! Hey!
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Whoa, hey. I didn't see you there.
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What've you tried already? I mean, I suggest some serious distractions, though everything else you got up there sounds great, too. Something you like to do, y'know? Even if it's stupid or crazy or whatever, do something that'll calm you down enough to sleep. It's worked for me a couple of times.
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Good afternoon. [She notices that the other seat is empty: no glass or silverware, meaning Billy's by himself.] Are you on your own today?
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Hey, Pepper. Yeah, Teddy's doing his own thing today.
[His smile is somewhat reluctant as he says it; he's not as okay with this as he knows he should be.]
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And then she sees the last one, her face blanching. Mephisto. There weren't many people she felt a personal vendetta against, but Mephisto was definitely one of the few and proud. She's definitely compelled to speak up now. Especially after seeing Billy's writing, so...video call it is! Lets start neutral...don't want to scare the boy.]
Billy, are you having nightmares about the people in your sketches?
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Uh... kind of. It's complicated.
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But such thoughts are forgotten as she notices the words. It's a good question, a question she wishes she knew the answer to. Even with Peeta here, even with spending each night in his arms, she's still haunted. The bad dreams won't go away.
Her response is hesitant and she nearly crosses out the words one or two times before finishing the question:]
Did you figure it out?
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[Unfortunately, issues this deep don't just vanish in the course of a few hours. He only wishes it was that easy.]
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He looks sort of put out, huh.]
I hope that face is because you haven't been by to vacuum today.
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I'm trying to figure out how to break up with it now that Teddy's here. We've never had a healthy relationship.
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He looks hurt, though... maybe he needs help?]
Hey, uh... are you okay?
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[It's only part joke. He's impressed with himself for sounding as lighthearted as he managed.]
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Aaaand probably shouldn't mention the assumed family relation, if they're still enemies...]
I hadn't planned to show them off... I guess I can kind of see it, though. He used to be a pretty bad guy.
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With a small smile she steps up to Billy's table, calling out a friendly greeting.]
Hello Billy.
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Hey- Sabriel, right? I didn't know you worked here.
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[Though he's been sketching more since he arrived here, what with all the free time he suddenly has on his hands.]
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[Action at the Dome]
The beastman looks a little worse for wear when Billy arrives in the dome, but his apparent injuries don't stop him from working with a simple targetting simulation. It was a bull's eye and archer's gear, no more.
He's also been at it for a while, if the amount of arrows in the target are an indicator.]
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After a bit he heads down and wanders into the simulation, hands clasped together on his head, waiting for Viral to notice him or to take his next shot before announcing himself, to avoid ruining it.]
Hey.
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[Action, Seventh Heaven]
Good afternoon and welcome to Seventh Heaven. Do you need this, or do you already have something in mind?
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Um... burger and fries? I'm mostly just here to waste time, but I am getting hungry.
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