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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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[As they should all aspire to be!]

If I knew what it was, I'd have figured it out already. I'll get back to you when I know what's been missed.

[Because something's definitely been missed. He's not at all paranoid. He's just getting prepared.]

...Well, far as I can tell, it's not magical. Since we got back I've checked for signs of anything weird, and I've come up empty. I'm not as experienced as him, but I know a few tricks.

You're not at a hundred percent either. You might have missed something.

[Especially if his postzombie period has left him as messed up as it has Robin. His built-up energy has been spent quite fully by the cooking/eating effort. He might pass out in his bacon in a few minutes. Please don't judge.]

[Robin if you do that Billy will feel obligated to take you home, and it might get him shot. Bad.]

Will it make you feel any better if I check again in a few days, or are you going to worry about it forever regardless of what happens?

[He can't really blame Robin for wondering about it, though. Loki hasn't exactly endeared himself to the general populace or earned any real trust.]

[This is pretty much why he's still shacking up at Jason's place. He's not really dexterous enough to disengage his own security system.]

Check it as often as you have to. Let me know when you find something. ["When" not "if".]

[Poor Robin. This is why roommates are important, bro.

And he recognizes that "when", too, but opts not to comment.]

I could check you for magic tampering, if you want to be absolutely sure.

[Only if you can trust them. The people Robin trusts in Luceti is a very short list.]

It can wait. Get better first, okay?

[You've got issues, bro.]

Yeah, I can't do it now. Even I know I'm not at my best- but in a few days I'll be okay.

[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!]

[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?]

[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?

[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...

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

[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.

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?]

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[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.]

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[Action] nope. not more fabulous.

[Action] STILL YOU CAN ONLY WATCH SPACECORE SO LONG

[Action] lies. space core is eternal

[Action] I found a "space core for 10 hours" video, you are right

[Action] I tend to be right, yes.

[Action] it's oddly addictive...

[Action] it's like nyancat.

[Action] spacespacespacespacespacespacecorespacespace

[Action] that's what it boils down to, yes

[Action] it's kinda catchy

[Action] soothing in its own unique way

[Action] it actually put me to sleep

[Action] that's kind of adorable

[Action] I deceive all with cute

[Action] Sometimes.

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