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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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Mm... I dunno...

[Billy's voice his distant, almost like he's drifting- not exactly sleepy, but definitely satisfied. He's not paying that much attention to what's being said, caught up in the pleasure of the much-needed footrub (and Teddy's magic fingers, of course).]

If you left, I'd miss you... you're the best quality, um...

[Train of thought: derailed.]

[He grins at that.]

I can't cook, but if there's one thing I'm a pro at, it's coffee. Well, coffee-related beverages, I guess I should say. Good thing, too- it's colder here than in New York.

...Sooo... maybe I should find a few more self-help books.

[It's only half a joke; corny as the books had seemed, they really had built him up into a routine of believing in himself, even if sometimes he needs an extra boost from someone else. Or just a sense of urgency. That works too.]

[Billy jumps, trying to jerk back, though he has to stop with his wrist caught like that.]

Uh- sorry! You looked like you were nodding off, that's all...

[Ruuude.]

Can't argue with that. Cape aside, it's my shade of choice.

I'm fine. [No he's not that's a silly thing to say.] Stamina's just not where it should be.

Suitable for all occasions, goes with everything.

[Teddy stays quiet for a moment, waiting for Billy to finish that sentence, before he glances up with a raised eyebrow.]

I think 'entertainment' is the word you're looking for. [And then he shrugs, his hands moving back up now that he's reached the heel.] Well, at least I know I'm not boring you to tears.

I'm not all that familiar with those.

I would think more practice. The more often you do something, the more you may be confident that you can do it again.

What, you're not allowed to be a good cook?

[In spite of things, that gets a bit of a wicked grin out of Tony.]

We'd hate to have you teleporting in on our recreational activities.

[What.]

[Yeah, he's never seen the "I'm fine" bravado before. Honestly he's surprised Robin's even admitting that much.]

Mm... well, for the sake of fairness, since you cooked, I'll do the dishes.

[At that, Billy glances sidelong at Pepper, brows raised, then coughs lightly into a fist. Eh-heh, like that ever happens.]

Riiight... can't have that.

[Because sometimes revenge is not so sweet.]

I was bored to tears before you got here. If you left me again I'd definitely cry.

[The tone is mild, but multi-faceted; outwardly he's still talking about the joke of Teddy being with the Malnosso, but inwardly...

...yeah, the thought of being trapped here alone is something he hasn't forgotten, a fear that is ever-present in this place. With Teddy being here for as long as he has now, it's faded to background noise, but any time he sees that someone's been sent home, he can't relax until a quick locating spell reassures him that his boyfriend and brother are still with him.]

yeah. sure.. [He'll just release Billy's wrist and kind of slumps back against his hand.

His shades might even be going a little askew.

Do you dare, Billy?]

Edited 2012-11-19 04:35 (UTC)

[Teddy's movements slow a little as he glances up again, examining his boyfriend's expression and the tone of his voice. Mm... He might be going along with the joke still, but...

As he slides his thumb along the bottom of Billy's foot, Teddy lifts it up to press a tender kiss against it, eyes shut and a little smile still on his face. After that, he lowers it to pamper it with his magic fingers some more.]

Same goes for you, too.

[Billy's quiet for a moment, eyes closed, his head turned and face partially buried against his pillow, just letting the words sink in.

Then, after a pause, he pushes against the sheets to sit up a bit, lifting a brow.]

...Did I just get a prince to kiss my feet?

[This is too serious- he wants to keep up the casual atmosphere, and this topic is treading too close to the line.]

[He's so tempted. So very, very tempted.

....

But no- he leans back instead, poking idly at his breakfast, then snags his last piece of bacon, quietly edging out of his seat and heading over to the sink. He'd said that he would help, so that's exactly what he's going to do. Robin needs to rest, after all.]

[Teddy lifts a brow in return, then lets out a quiet laugh while ducking his head, the faintest of pink on his cheeks as he tries not to let his humility show.]

Billy... [It's still so weird to him. He's never been royalty, he was always just some odd kid who tried to fit in. Now he's some prince? A rather bad prince at that.

But in retaliation, he suddenly glances up with a smirk.]

I can do more than that. [He says as he lifts up Billy's foot again to give his big toe a playful nip.]

[A humble prince? As if he wasn't endearing enough already. Billy keeps himself propped up, his lips curving into a smirk much like that of his boyfriend. It's better like this- light, easy, fun. It's better when Teddy's smile is genuine instead of consoling or worried.]

Bring it on, your majesty.

If you keep that up, I'll have to shift a crown on my head.

[The words are muffled at best thanks to the toe between his teeth, and he's more joking than anything, seeing how that blush on his cheeks fights back his shifting defenses; he could easily make a crown, just as he could make himself appear to be wearing clothes, but actually wearing one would just feel. Weird.

So instead of following through with his comment, Teddy instead pokes at Billy's toe with his tongue, brows lifting and thumb tapping lightly against the bottom of his foot. Should he really keep going with this, or go back to the nice foot massage?]

I could magic one up for you. Christmas is coming, after all...

[Billy shivers at the feel of Teddy's tongue on him, biting on his lower lip, his imagination making the gesture a hell of a lot more intimate than it already is. His fingers tighten in the blankets, watching the blond closely. Leave it to a lover to make something as simple as a massage... well, this.]

[... Well. That right there pretty much tells him that he should keep going.

Teddy can't really answer with his mouth occupied, so he doesn't respond for now; instead, he shuts his eyes, closes his lips around his toe, and gives it a gentle and teasing suck, the hand that was still massaging the other foot moving over to slide up his pants leg a little.

And with that done, he looks up at his boyfriend through his lashes, smirks again, then pulls away from his foot - it's probably super dirty, but whatever. Now he has something else in mind.]

I'd probably sooner play frisbee with it than wear it.

[Now that Billy's pants leg is rolled up, Teddy brushes his lips against his ankle, then further up the shin, until his lips brush against fabric and cease his journey.]

[He? Is so spoiled. So, so spoiled. And lucky, can't forget that. By the time Teddy gets halfway up to his knee his breath is quickening, and he lifts his free leg to slide his foot from Teddy's shoulder to his back, toes scraping over the fabric of his shirt. He licks his lips, wondering just how far they can take this with his leg in the state it's in - and with Ben's barbeque to attend later - but feeling like he'd rather not wind down now. Not when Teddy's got him all riled up.

Damn the man for being so fabulous even when he's biting someone's toes.]

H-ha...a crown frisbee, then. Maybe I should just get you a dog.

[Pepper’s going to just watch Billy with a little grin on her lips, because for once? What Tony’s implied is exactly what she means too.

And it does happen, Billy. It does.]

I know I’d definitely prefer not to.

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