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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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[It's weird, he can't handle it. Or maybe he's just twitchy and can't stop subject-hopping today.]
...So... you upgraded your armor?
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[Would have saved him the broken leg on the moon. Goddamn magic.]
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[Best distraction from misery: fanboying.]
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I'm programming it into a simulation first. I want to test it'll actually work before I build it. Trial-and-error is a bit trickier in Luceti when getting the resources I need isn't exactly picking flowers.
[But he could certain spectate.]
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The interior lining needs the improvement. The armor itself is fine for magical defense--it's the seams that attacks were getting through. [...] I don't suppose you're a magical seamstress as well, are you? --Sorry. Seamster.
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I've used it to make clothes before, yeah...
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I might need to ask you a favor, then. We'll see after this run.
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Just point me in the right direction, then.
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I have to put in the technical detailing first. It'll only take a sec, though. I'm pretty seasoned at this, you know.
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[He leans back on his heels to do just that, though he will try to peer over Tony's shoulder once he gets working. He may not understand the technical details much (if at all) but that doesn't mean he's not interested.]
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So--I have to ask. Teddy hasn't talked you out of being my butler, has he?
[BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UNCOOL TEDDY ALTMAN, YEAH HE'S TALKING TO YOU.]
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Would it really matter? You have Pepper now, after all.
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She picked up my dry cleaning. Laundry? Cleaning? Cooking? Yeah, I'm not going to talk her into doing those.
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You might want to reconsider on the cooking part, at least. Pepper's a nice lady, I don't want to give her food poisoning.
[It's a wonder he hasn't killed them both yet, really. His food is a step or two away from inedible.]
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But you won't mind if it was me, hm.
[At least he...has a better idea of why you were wary of him finding out about your power now. And he's doing a really good job at avoiding revealing he has that knowledge altogether.]
You'd make the whole of Luceti cry, you know. If I perished by the hand of your cooking.
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All of it? I had no idea you were that popular. Should I watch my back?
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You'd better. Before Sailor Lion and Sailor Cicada come after you.
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Okay, you definitely lost me there.
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[Said with wry grin as he continues inputting information into the console.]
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[Oh geez, did he miss someone? That's just tragic.]
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[He's being awfully vague about it.]
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