[Billy lets himself trail off, then, feeling satisfied that his job is done. He sang the song and now Teddy is sufficiently distracted that maybe he can stop thinking about how embarrassing the whole experience was. Plus he's allowed to have a bit of an ego and admit that he did a pretty damn cool thing here. Their ceiling is space. Or at least, sort of a quasi-portal enchantment to his memory of what their space is supposed to look like. Back home, that is. It shifts on occasion, in very subtle ways, but even he's not sure how exactly it'll behave or how long it'll last. For a while, though, they'll have a very shiny ceiling.
....
He hopes they can actually sleep under it...
He grins, anyway, watching Teddy stare at it, amused by his quote. Such a space nerd. But two can play at this game.]
I'm the best at space.
[He made it! On the ceiling! Seriously! Is that cool or what!?]
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....
He hopes they can actually sleep under it...
He grins, anyway, watching Teddy stare at it, amused by his quote. Such a space nerd. But two can play at this game.]
I'm the best at space.
[He made it! On the ceiling! Seriously! Is that cool or what!?]