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002 - [Action/Voice]
[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
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[He certainly likes the sound of that. And Teddy would like to show Billy just how grateful he is for this, if his words and affection aren't quite enough...
But later, when they get back to the apartment. Right now, he wants to do something else.
He sets his foot back down, watching the glow brighten and then fade, before he starts to walk along the shoreline, feet staying submerge, while pulling Billy with him.]
How about we just walk for a while? Talk to me about these little guys. [He glances down at the water again, and behind them, to get a view of the bright trail they make.] I know you've got a lot to say.
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Haha, you sure about that? I might put you to sleep.
[He does it anyway, not waiting for Teddy's insistence; despite his offer to refrain from doing so, he wants to ramble, and Teddy knows him well enough that he really, really wouldn't ask just to be polite. Because Billy really can ramble a lot about practically nothing.
And ramble he does- for a good ten minutes, in fact, about the plankton, and the chemicals, and the natural habitat back home, and of course about the magic that had brought them to life like this, complete with emphatic gesturing and a great deal of enthusiasm.
Yep... if there's one thing he enjoys (and is good at), it's talking.]
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Because of that, though, the ten minutes of rambling is more like fifteen minutes. But that's okay; Teddy loves to listen to Billy talk, loves to watch him gesture and talk with such enthusiasm, and he loves to learn new things because of his boyfriend. In a way, this is just one more present for his birthday.]
... I don't mean to interrupt, but I just realized we left our shoes back there.
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What, are you worried you'll find a crab in your sock?
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... But that question makes him shudder, and he turns his head away with a mild grimace.]
Ugh, don't even joke about that. Now I'll have to check my socks when we get back to them.
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[His expression shifts, looking quite serious now.]
Maybe we should go back and check.
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Billyyyy, I don't want to get my foot sucked off by a dimension-hopping octopus wearing my sneakers...
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It's okay, Teddy. I'll still love you, even if you do become the Footless Wonder.
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I'd have to change my codename. Footling.
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Maybe you could just shift your foot back or something. You can grow wings, so why not grow back other body parts, too?
[Not that he actually thinks that a theoretical socktopus is going to devour said body parts, but the idea of being able to regrow stuff is pretty cool.]