Friends>Facts, right? Right? [Closed to Adam Park]

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Guess who's poking his nose through piles of data, oblivious to the chaotic goings-on elsewhere?

That's Billy Cranston, who can never seem to relax for too long. He's currently downloading notes on technological advances in Earth's 21st century and beyond, eager to catch up on the systems and developments that his crew members from later time periods are familiar with. It's truly incredible that so much power can be crammed into such tiny devices, he thinks. And the alternate power sources discovered in later centuries are definitely an area to be studied further.

Stirrings of guilt in the back of his thick head tell him that he should really be spending more of his time with Adam instead of sitting here up to his eyeballs in work, but he reasons that a few more minutes downloading this chapter on nanotechnology won't hurt.

But in all likelihood, Adam will walk by days later and pry the alluring data from Billy's cold, dead hands. For all the progress in social ability the Blue Ranger has made, he still suffers from lingering prioritization issues.

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Billy drifted into a reflective silence for a few moments. Suddenly, the fact that they really hadn't known each other that long was in perfect focus. He briefly wondered whether Adam would have revealed this at all had events taken their natural course back home. But that didn't matter now, did it?

"You sing as well? You're quickly mastering the art of building anticipation." A swell of the sort of over-dramatic music you'd hear in B-movies accentuated Billy's point, causing his mouth to quirk. "In all seriousness, though, I'm certain that your art will be most enjoyable. The comparison is somewhat faulty, perhaps, but the dedication and care you demonstrate in all other areas of your life suggests that."

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Adam raised a brow at the sudden over-dramatic music, looking amused briefly before blushing again. "Building anticipation? Nah, I'm not that good, honest," He laughed sheepishly. "I just do it as an outlet mostly. I mean, like, it's not angry music or anything just... I dunno. I just... never sing in front of people. The closest thing I had to an audience was when I used to place for the church in Stone Canyon."

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A brief mental image of Adam screaming over a guitar about the evils of life suddenly popped into Billy's head. He collapsed back into the seat, wrapping his arms around his stomach as if to contain the sudden onslaught of laughter. Fortunately, he managed to collect himself after a brief struggle.

"Sorry about that. The image of you performing that type of music was...er...sufficiently startling to cross the line into hilarity." Interestingly, the mystical mood sensors of music choice had tapped into Billy's brain waves and had accordingly transitioned the music into a dance beat. In what appeared to be an involuntary movement, he started bobbing his head. "What are your thoughts on this music?"

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Adam blushed rather hard at that comment, he couldn't even imagine it himself. But the new dance beat interrupted him and the blush faded. His head also bobbed slightly. "Oh yeah, totally," He grinned.

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"Totally awesome?"

A strange phenomenon occurred in Billy's head just then. The building music pounding around his head evoked a feeling of exhilaration. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine yet another party at the Youth Center. Back then, he'd found it illogical to attract attention through synchronized body movements, but repeated exposure to the dance floor had softened his stance.

That's why Adam would catch Billy performing an odd version of the Cabbage Patch dance. His fists were twisted at odd angles, but it was close enough.

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Adam stifled a laugh. "Billy... you do know you're doing something my dad would do, right?"

Still, the music was awesome.

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Of course he knew. There was a reason why most people here erroneously assumed him to be several years older than his actual age. "Yep. Though I wonder...would your father do this?"

Do what? Rise to the center of the room and rotate his limbs just so, in an odd sort of motion that bears a passing resemblance to the whirling operation of a deadly alien machine, if the alien machine was a humanoid robot with some knowledge of the art of breakdancing. The movements are rigid and precise, in contrast to Zack's flowing style.

Billy still firmly believed that this style of dancing was ridiculous, however enjoyable, so he hastily returned to his seat.

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Adam gaped at Billy. His brain died for a few seconds. Wait, since when could Billy do that?! "Whoa whoa! No way are you sitting down after that," He said, suddenly a bit forward as he grabbed Billy's wrist to pull him up.

"Do that again! I wanna see how you did that," He said, could he really breakdance? Since when? How?

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Finally, the balance of Ranger embarrassment began to correct itself as Billy's cheeks reddened. Adam was still ahead in the blush tally, but perhaps they might draw even someday. Billy righted himself at Adam's insistence.

"I drew inspiration from the mechanical push and pull of industrial robots. By studying the ways these devices fold in on themselves, perfectly synchronized and precise, I was able to make calculations and translate those findings to the human body. Here, I'll demonstrate more slowly."

He started the demonstration by rotating his wrists and arms, this time slow enough to follow. His waist and legs soon followed, folding and unfolding with almost mechanical precision. "How's that?"