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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.

At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.

After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]

Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.

[Locked to Loki]

...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.

Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]

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[She picks up the book carefully as she begins to flip through the pages with caution. She didn't want to rip any of the pages as her eyes widen in surprise at them all. Some of them look like inkblots to her but others are slowly transforming into miniature gardens. She smiles warmly at the profiles of other villagers, possibly even recognizing one or two of them in the process.]

Billy, these are really, really, really, a thousand really good!

[Wow, all jokes aside, this is astonishingly touching, especially coming from Mr. Cynical himself. Billy's brows are lifted when he responds.]

Noted- for those rare occasions when I'm too sleepy to teleport myself home. But when I start inviting myself to sleepovers with Iron Man you'll regret it.

[His brows lift mid-bite, chewing on a bit of chicken before he responds curiously.]

That's a lot of "reallys".

That just means that I really like what I see.

How's the soup?

I would hate to have that happen. Who would I tease if you pass out?

[He's got reasons.]

Good. [He sets his fork down, resting his chin on a hand. He's not passing out as much as he's just giving his eyes a break. He's still totally listening for real!]

Hm. Then I think they deserve the most TLC.

[And with that, Teddy goes back to kiss and trailing his hand down, covering his thighs and knees and shins, though he's more careful when he's near the wound. Once he's close enough to Billy's ankles, Teddy moves his hands to untie his shoelaces.]

Let's get these off. [His voice is quiet as he says it, and he doesn't say anything else until he has both Billy's shoes and socks off.

Then he leans back to get more comfortable, let Billy's heels rest on his lap, and start to press his thumbs and fingers against his feet in a nice massage.]

How does that feel?

[Loki smiles and nods slightly.]

Yes. When you know you can.

[Billy pauses for a moment, waiting, one brow lifted. He reaches out and waves a hand in front of Robin's face, juuuust in case. Did he doze off?]

[Billy had lifted himself up a bit to watch what Teddy's up to, but once his feet are bare and the massage begins, he slumps back again, eyes closing, nestling comfortably in the bed. He hadn't been sure what to expect, but this is definitely a treat.]

Mm... feels like heaven. Are you shifting your fingers, or do you just have the magic touch?

[Though he certainly wouldn't put it past Teddy to know his feet well enough to know just where to touch- he knows every other part of him, after all.]

[Really, just by observing the way Billy walks and studying his posture, Teddy can pretty much figure out where his pressure points on his feet are and what exactly needs the most attention.

...

So yes, he knows his feet well enough, too. It's only a little sad.]

I'd rather call it an art. Think I should get into massage therapy on top of hero work?

[Not sad at all- actually, it's impressive. Billy's a little envious, admittedly- he's nowhere near as observant. He never had to watch people to that degree, never felt the need. With Teddy, he's gotten better, since he'd wanted to reciprocate the attention he'd received from his boyfriend, but he's not quite there yet. Intent can't replace years of practice.

...Well, there's always those keen analytical skills. He's got a few good ideas, both tried and true, and some new...]

I think people would definitely pay you for this.

[Well, Billy's certainly gotten a lot better - he was able to see what bothered Teddy when he himself only gave a little glance, after all. It's leaps and bounds better than when they first got together, and honestly, Teddy's impressed by it. Impressed and more than a little touched.

The statement makes him give a little smirk as he moves his hands down Billy's foot a bit, paying attention to the muscle there, then a little lower.]

Not that it'd mean much here. [...] Unless they paid me by giving me my laptop. I'd definitely take that as a suitable payment.

[Billy wiggles his toes a bit, feet arching unconsciously to encourage more of that. It really does feel awesome, especially when he feet are so sore.]

Careful- the Malnosso might kidnap you now and force you to give them all foot massages.

... Well, if that's all they want me to do, then why not? Even better if they sent me back with my laptop as a reward once their feet are satisfied.

[And... heheh. Billy's wiggling toes. Teddy can't help letting out a quiet snort as he watches them; he definitely gets the hint, so he'll keep his hands at that spot for now.]

[Mmm, excellent, hint received. Billy settles back down, though his arms reach out over his head, body stretching cat-like. A comparison aptly used, as a matter of fact- if he had the capability to do so, he'd definitely be purring right now.]

I dunno... think of all the trouble I could get into if I was left here on my own.

[Totally revenge, Billy.]

I think I'll stick with black for now. It's a classic after all.

[He glances down, then smiles faintly, swishing the spoon around in it a little.]

It's great, actually- just what I needed. Did you make it?

[KIND OF. But he'd be a terrible Robin if he wasn't used to blindfolded combat techniques. His free hand snaps up to catch Billy's wrist.]

What are you doing?

The next person to pass by?

[If he's learned anything from Zevran, it's that basically everyone is fair game.]

Mm. But with them I have no guarantee that their reactions will be qutie as amusing as yours.

[He lifts a shoulder, his grin wide and irreverent.]

I might have, but I'd have to feed you until you burst to keep the secret safe.

I'm glad you like it.

What, even knowing I was on a quest to get us some quality entertainment? You can stay out of trouble for that, right?

[Jeez, he almost expects Billy to start purring, or to grow cat ears or knead his hands or something. Which means he ought to pay attention to that spot a little more, at least a minute longer, before moving downward again.]

Just make sure you knock first. In case Tony and I are occupied.

[Tit for tat; Billy could invite himself over, but he may walk in on something he doesn't want to see.]

[ She does not mind at all. She takes the mocha somewhat gratefully and sips at it. ]

It is. Not my favorite kind of weather. [ She wrinkles her nose. ] Good for stargazing, though. Also, this mocha is seriously good. [ Her mouth quirks a little before she takes another sip. ]

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