Separation Anxiety? [OPEN]

[morphitudinous]

Blink. Blink. Blinkity-blink.

Why are there three blue lights blinking from a small corner of Obs Deck? The blond kid in the simple blue polo and khaki pants might have an answer for you.

He's surrounded by small blue boxes and various inventions on the table and chairs around him, and if not for the fact that he's fiddling away on yet another invention and acting as if nothing's wrong, he would look just like an ex who'd been thrown out of his former significant other's house.

In between tasks, he lowers the tools and gazes around the deck, almost as if he's looking for something (or someoone) else. Hey, maybe he and his big mess ended up out here for a reason.

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[morphitudinous]

That got a small chuckle out of him. "Always prepare for the worst case scenario that you can think of, and then think longer? I've learned from having my devices tampered with at home." Oh, yes he has. Spending a day in one of his female friends' bodies was the most awkward experiences of his life, yet to be topped. If only he hadn't made that reaction so easy to trigger, but a determined enemy will do anything.

"Billy. Pleased to meet you, Tex." He bowed politely at her.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking of somebody doing something unbelievably stupid. But I think I might've gotten a little too used to the stupid. Kind of changes how you look at things. But I guess it counts as tampering."

The bow got a nod in response.