𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂ྉ

"Thank you, Jason."

Billy nodded, albiet rather slowly. Damn... If he didn't feel bad, but he couldn't tell the other as much. "Rangers together," he replied, before shuddering. "I forgot how cold hospitals are." And how nasty of a feeling was creeping up on him as well. For what? He couldn't say, but for now!

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-𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣."

Billy nodded, moving to pop out a holographic keyboard. "Right! The sooner we're done, the sooner we can get out and I can get food," Billy stated.

"There's a flashlight in the drawer over near the entrance," Billy said, waving toward the mishmash of tools and different boxes.

"There should be one of those car things you can use to roll under, too."

"For the most part, I'm running into the issue of just finding where the oil leak is coming from," Billy admitted, scratching his head. "Especially because this machine technically doesn't use it unless it's on the back-up powersource. Once it's found, it should be easy after that."

Turning back to the machine, Billy grabbed one of the spare aprons he kept in his tool box before tossing it at Captain. "Here ya go, Capt. She's spitting oil out somewhere, and I doubt you want to ruin anything."

A brow raised at that? "That sounds like a brag, but other than that," he mumbled, shrugging once more. "I don't pay much attention to music in general. Unless I'm grocery shopping of course-." He wasn't big into the arts like most of his friends. Too focused on machines and everything else.

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lately."

Or at all, given how every universe has a different person, a different name tied to them.

"If you could, it'd be less stress on my shoulders. As for the song, it's by this artist named Katy something or another. Not her biggest fan, but it's catchy and I changed the lyrics to suit me more," he said with a shrug. "What's your name, by the way? I'm not very good with remembering them

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A small jump-. He had been so focused on the song stuck in his head, he hadn't heard the other enter-. "I mean, I know my friends are good, they're good people. I'm just more annoyed at this," he said motioning at the machine, "and the stupid song in my head."

Just got told off for cramming an assignment.

…In my defense, I was on stakeout.

"...that's what it means to be a 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙚."

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𝓒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝓗𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞.
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“𝘐𝘧 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦...

𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺... 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.”

"I kissed a boy and liked it~ Hope my best friends don't mind it."

He has it stuck in his head, hand resting on the machine he was working on before smack his head against the control board. "I hate this."

admired deeply. Maybe one day, he could go back to his own world and thank Jason for this, even if it means standing at a gravestone. Squeezing this one's hand, however... "Thank you. For not letting me disappear from your guys' group. I mean it."

Damn it... Jason made it so hard not to feel guilty about this. He always struggled with those emotions, of belonging, of being around when he didn't quite fit right. And Jason... Jason always seemed to be there. He has wise words, he kept them safe, he was really a leader and someone Billy

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It feels nice to be back in his morphing suit. It's actually nice.