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004 - Action/Voice
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[Although Teddy didn't go on the draft, he knew plenty of friends who did. Once he was certain they were all accounted for, though some had gone through some heavy losses, he felt like he could relax a little. And with relaxation, it dawned on him that he hadn't really practiced his shifting ability in a while. Sure, there was his Hulkling form, but he knew that one. Knew it inside and out. What about others?
This is why he sits by the edge of the fountain, homework and pencil in hand, though he doesn't work so much as watch people over the top of the page. He's inconspicuous about it, as this is a hobby he's developed for some time now.
And when he's sure he's not in anyone's range of vision, he transforms, shifting into the form of the person he's got his eyes on. That's when he stops watching them and looks down at the body he's impersonating, just to study the shape, occasionally glancing up to make sure he has everything right. Even when the person's left, he still stays in that form for a few long moments before he shifts back, writing his answers in his homework once he's satisfied with the shape he's in.
Observe, learn, shift, hold. This is what he's learned over the years, though it's been a while since he's done this for selfless reasons. Just for practice, nothing more.]
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[It's sunset and he's still outside, though he appears to be walking back home. There's just one thing on his mind, something that occurred to him while shifting.]
Anyone up for playing b-ball sometime? It's been way too long since I actually got to play against someone. Holograms just don't really cut it, you know?
[He would suggest football, but, well. When you've got the ability to possibly break someone in half with a good tackle, that probably isn't the best sport to go for.]
[Although Teddy didn't go on the draft, he knew plenty of friends who did. Once he was certain they were all accounted for, though some had gone through some heavy losses, he felt like he could relax a little. And with relaxation, it dawned on him that he hadn't really practiced his shifting ability in a while. Sure, there was his Hulkling form, but he knew that one. Knew it inside and out. What about others?
This is why he sits by the edge of the fountain, homework and pencil in hand, though he doesn't work so much as watch people over the top of the page. He's inconspicuous about it, as this is a hobby he's developed for some time now.
And when he's sure he's not in anyone's range of vision, he transforms, shifting into the form of the person he's got his eyes on. That's when he stops watching them and looks down at the body he's impersonating, just to study the shape, occasionally glancing up to make sure he has everything right. Even when the person's left, he still stays in that form for a few long moments before he shifts back, writing his answers in his homework once he's satisfied with the shape he's in.
Observe, learn, shift, hold. This is what he's learned over the years, though it's been a while since he's done this for selfless reasons. Just for practice, nothing more.]
[Voice]
[It's sunset and he's still outside, though he appears to be walking back home. There's just one thing on his mind, something that occurred to him while shifting.]
Anyone up for playing b-ball sometime? It's been way too long since I actually got to play against someone. Holograms just don't really cut it, you know?
[He would suggest football, but, well. When you've got the ability to possibly break someone in half with a good tackle, that probably isn't the best sport to go for.]
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Oh my god, I've seriously missed this. I'm gonna spend all day teleporting from room to room.
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And now, he doesn't even think to wonder if Billy's powers are weak thanks to being gone for so long, if he should use his own wings or if he should ask if this is all right. All that he has is full and complete trust for his boyfriend and his abilities. And he has to admit that he's missed this - not just flying with Billy, but Billy using his power to fly them both.
He, too, alternates between looking ahead and at Billy, and when their gazes happen to catch, he gives a little chuckle and brushes their shoulders together. One of those times is when Billy speaks, and Teddy keeps himself close, shoulder to shoulder.]
Just don't get too lazy. I don't want to catch you pulling a Merlin and Higitus Figitusing the room on me.
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[He gives Teddy's hand a little squeeze. He's honoured by Teddy trusting him to fly them both like this after so long with no magic at all, though he isn't surprised by it; Teddy had trusted him when he'd been terrible and inexperienced and far more likely to drop right out of the sky than reach their destination.]
And why would I ever want to leave our place?
[He can't quite bring himself to call it home yet - still clinging to the notion that they'll go to their real home soon, together - but it's getting there. And it's theirs the way that his parents' place will never be, that much he knows.]
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But with that question, Teddy lifts a brow and gives Billy's shoulder a little nudge with his own.]
I can think of a good reason. We live on the fifth floor without an elevator.
[At least they're not living on the eighth floor. And he's mostly teasing - he loves their place, especially loves their neighbors, and it really is theirs in a way it couldn't be back at home.]
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You know, I was going to use the excuse that I picked the place because Luke Skywalker lived down the hall, but I didn't even know he was there until after I moved in. I just knew I'd miss the altitude. I was raised in an apartment sixteen floors up, after all.
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[It's not that Teddy gets tired or anything; it can just wear on his patience sometimes, having to jog up all those flights of stairs. Going through the kitchen window is nice, though.]
But I can't argue. We lived on the third floor before I moved. Living on the fifth floor is a good compromise. [Even if there is no convenient elevator.]
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Says the guy who can pull wings out of his back at will. I bet you like the exercise.
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Yeah, I do. But one of these days I'm going to break the stairs by stepping down too hard. I've done it before.
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Well, thankfully you not only live in a building that apparently fixes itself when it breaks, but you have a boyfriend who can zap it better on request. So broken steps are no big deal.
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Yeah. I do.
[Because it's not only the fact that Billy can use his magic again, after so long without it, but also that this person is his boyfriend. How did he get so lucky again?]
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Shyly burying it with a quiet huff and a cough, he floats in close enough that his shoulder bumps against Teddy's, giving his hand a squeeze.]
Maybe we just need to work on teaching you how to be light on your feet. You can be like a... Hulk ninja. Or something.
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[Still, it makes him smile and squeeze Billy's hand in return; it's cute and all.]
... Besides, I don't think the Hulk could be a ninja no matter how hard he tried at it.
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That's just unfair. Now I can't dare you or challenge you or anything because you're the one who be testing that theory. Totally uncontrolled bias there.
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What would you dare me to do, anyway? Give Hulkling a ninja outfit?
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Hulkling in a ninja outfit... and going from the bedroom to the kitchen without waking up the kids.
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[He quirks a brow, fighting back a smile.]
Now, to figure out the stakes...
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How about... if I win, and I end up alerting the kids no matter how quiet I am, I get access to your laptop for a week. Gotta catch up on Skyrim and everything else of mine you've got on there.
[please don't say lack of sex]
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Whaaat? Like you don't have that already...
[Though, okay, he is on his laptop an awful lot. And it isn't such a terrible loss since if Teddy's on his laptop and he needs one, there's still Teddy's...
...hmm. In retaliation, though, what to do.]
Fine, whatever. But if I win, mm...
[How can he make it worth Teddy's while to actually try to pull it off.]
...If I win, I'm gonna go to the library, and...
[He leans over, tugging Teddy in closer to whisper in his ear something lengthy and teasing, involving kama sutra and contortion and practice and a few other things that have no business being discussed in a public place. And when he draws back he has to look away because he honestly can't look Teddy in the eye again.]
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U-Uh... Can we... do that sometime in the, ah... future anyway?
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[He still won't look at Teddy, free hand lifting to scratch awkwardly at his cheek, which is still bright red, as if even he can't believe that such a suggestion came out of his own mouth.]
You'll just have to make a choice between... that, or Skyrim, I guess.
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[He teases, because really, it's no brainer. He's still red in the face himself, but he still lifts their entwined hands to his mouth, where he places a kiss on the back of Billy's hand.]
You know I'll choose anything that has to do with you, right? [Whiiich will make this harder, since he knows he can't win against the ears of a dog and a cat.]
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[He says it all in a practiced, neutral tone, even if it's unbelievably difficult to keep a straight face with Teddy doing that to his hand; if he wasn't in the air he's pretty sure his legs would've half-turned to jelly. It's unfair that the smallest things that his boyfriend does can have that effect on him at least eighty percent of the time.]
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[Not that Teddy's that nosy, and he'd really only use it to play the games he's got on there, and maybe listen to his music. But still.]
And here you are, thinking about porn instead. I should be the one who doesn't feel emotionally wanted.
[He, too, has a neutral tone and expression, although there's a hint of teasing to it that Billy can probably pick out by now, and he punctuates it with a fake sniff. It doesn't help that he keeps Billy's hand where it is, and he keeps stroking his thumb with his own.]
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[WOW TEDDY THAT'S A LITTLE INSULTING good thing he knows Teddy is joking. Not that it's easy to tell by his expression, either. P-p-p-p-pokerface-]
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