𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂ྉ

Yeah, well at least my wardrobe isn't from a local dumpster.

Really? Seems like it doesn't tell you that you suck at everything.

I wouldn't know, how about you ask a mirror?

Good to know Rita Repulsive.

I'm repulsed by women named Rita.

𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

"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.