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Cranston For Hire [Open!]

It was once again time for Billy to assess the progress being made in this seemingly endless war with tasks and deadlines. So far, reorganization of the Engineering department was about 25% complete. Not terrible for a day's work, but he could certainly do better. Several projects were stalled pending discussion from the involved parties. His social time and interactions with the Rangers had taken a hit due to all of this.

Though he was following his orders to take more resting time during the day and having fun with Ronnae on many of the nights, nothing stopped him from taking on more than enough work to fill the compressed schedule.

Today's work: Supervising the new structure and performing odd jobs around the ship. Repairs were going well in the hangar, Neuropathy needed to be left alone, infrastructure was busy in the City. He visited wherever he could and lent a hand to each, struggling to find time for what he wanted to do in secret: move his personal belongings to his girlfriend's house.

As Billy wandered back and forth throughout the day, a stuffed backpack always accompanied him. Throughout the day, the loaded-down teenager made trips between a number of places on the upper levels and a particular house in the City. Distracted as he was with the constant juggling of omnicom, comm ring, tools, and items, he eventually wore himself out.

Where he ended up shouldn't be a surprise: in the city park, fast asleep, sprawled across an assortment of odd items. Somehow, he'd note when he woke up, he doubted this was what had been meant by the recommendation for 'personal time'.

((ooc: The two location tags basically mean you can catch him anywhere: asleep with shiny stuff to steal or rushing back and forth between the different areas of the ship. Just make a note of where you found him.))

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"Both of you, come on!" Katara said, immediately bring water from the floor and settling it around Billy "This is my fault. I should have knocked, Ronnae thought someone was sneaking by and screamed. You were both acting on your own impulses. There's nothing to be ashamed of, not with that."

She sighed. She did actually scratch her leg more than she meant to, but she was ignoring that for now. She tossed Ronnae a towel. "I'm sorry, Ronnae."

She grabbed the towel and hurriedly wrapped it around her body. "It's alr-right. I got caught off guard is all..." And now Billy was hurt, and it looked like Katara was as well. "I..." She wanted to go for the first aid kit, but it looked like Katara had it handled. She sat there softly exclaiming the gentle and refined sin'dorei words that would drain the water away.

She pulled Billy gently out and ran some fresh water at the beckon of another set of sin'dorei words. She didn't know if fresh water was better for Katara's bending but it was the only thing she could think of. She brushed some of his hair from his face before smiling embarrassed at him. Her own hair still wet and matted to different parts of her exposed body.

Billy settled without complaint, feeling the healing water already starting to numb the bruises. He tossed his soaked-to-the-point-of-uselessness glasses to the side, looking up through blurry vision. There was Ronnie, safely covered and sweetly brushing his damp hair. It was impossible not to smile for her.

"I suppose it could've been worse," Billy thought aloud. "I managed to save myself from a concussion, and there wasn't really an attack. But I'm still sorry this had to happen."

Oh, those two were really very cute. Katara had to look at them in admiration a moment, again ignoring for the moment that there was blood tricking down her leg. It throbbed a little, but she was definitely more attentive to Billy right at this moment. She wanted to at least lessen his pain at the moment.

"I think its safe to say we all got to know each other a little more intimately today," Katara said, trying to not making a potentially awkward situation worse.

She blushed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Billy's forehead. She took notice of Katara's wound, looking around quickly before noticing any cloth was far away. Eh field training took over. She pulled one of the corners of her towel up to her face and bit down on one of it's sides, making an incision on it. She grabbed the sides and ripped a piece of it off, enough to make a makeshift bandage for Katara. She didn't really ask, didn't seem wrong to her, before starting to place it and tying it around Katara's wounded knee.

"S-sorry."

Billy squirmed a little, but he enjoyed that immensely. He sat up when Ronnie turned to Katara, checking for himself that her knee would be all right.

"We're going to be fine," Billy assured them, making an attempt to wring out his shirt. "It's just water and easily treatable injuries."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Katara said. "I should have knocked or something, its my own fault. I'm sorry I saw you, um, not dressed and everything. I understand if you're upset with me right now."

And she did really, but was grateful for the bandaging. "Thank you."

"N-no it's fine! At least it was someone I trust. And not some crazy pervert or whatever. Nokosi has as well but he's seen me plenty of times. Not that he really cares, his sense of privacy and shame are non existant." She added very embarrassed trying to make it a joke.

Billy nodded, finally standing. He was very careful to avoid any more slips that time.

"These things have a tendency to happen constantly," Billy mused. "Remember making my clothes disappear?"

"He sounds like a pretty interesting individual," Katara said, wincing as she tried to get up. Ugh, this one had definitely cost her. In any case, at least the two of them weren't too angry with her.

"Yeah, that was pretty annoying," Katara admitted, but it had actually been a good day for her and Billy.

She was about to respond hurriedly with a very embarrassed look before she paused to look at Katara with a curious yet still embarrassed look. "Y-you too?" She made to stand, a bit wobbly at first but got up nonetheless, pulling down at her towel trying to futilely cover as much as she could.

Billy positioned himself between them, twisting his body in an awkward sort of position in an attempt to help both girls up at the same time.

"..yes," Billy flushed, ducking his head. "You've both made my clothes vanish at one point or another. I've had the worst luck."

"I think we've all had that happen," Katara said, making a face. She got up slowly, wincing a little, and took Billy's hand gratefully. She hadn't realized how tender she would still be.

"We all have pretty bad luck," Katara said, wincing. "I swear, it would be easy to just be comfortable with each other in the nude. That way, when this stuff happens, we won't make it worse."

"I g-guess... It just isn't as easy for some as it is for others..." She said in a small voice, tidying up the mess before heading out the bath. She took a quick turn into her room.

"I'll on-ly be a minute!" She called out as she gently closed the door.

Billy shook his head. "I'm not so sure I'll be doing that voluntarily any time soon," he muttered, though his eyes drifted to Ronnie. He'd make an exception for her, he thought.

So he was left alone in the room with Katara, awkwardly trying to wring water off of himself. "Are you sure you'll be okay, Katara?"

Katara still felt slightly guilty, and went alone with Billy, and she was still plenty flushed after all that had just happened. She sat next to Billy, her hands in her lap.

She brought her hand up, bringing the water off of Billy quickly. "I'm fine, I just feel like an idiot. Sorry about that."

She shook her head. "You have to admit though: she's got an amazing body."

Ronnae took a bit longer in her room. Truth be told she felt extremely embarrassed. She knew there was nothing that could be done, and she was also extremely grateful it had been a great friend like Katara, instead of someone random. But the feeling that made her chest tight would not go away.

She sat on her bed for a few minutes, looking at the baggy clothing she had taken out to change into earlier. She felt so vulnerable when naked...

She shook her head, wiping her eyes and changed quickly. Not the time for this Ronnie... She opened the door after a good five to ten minutes, starting to walk downstairs to meet everyone. She had fixed her hair into an incredibly long single ponytail, she left her usual bangs, one covering her left side of her face. She had a long sleeved shirt, and some baggy pajama pants. She did a shy wave as she walked down.

"Thanks," Billy whispered, grateful for Katara's waterbending powers of instant drying. That felt much better.

He silently squeezed Katara's hand, assuring her that it wasn't her fault, but then she had to go and say that. Billy didn't dignify it with a verbal response, but when Ronnie came down the stairs she would find her boyfriend blushing for no discernible reason.

Katara was half teasing him with the comment, but she actually did mean it: Ronnae was gifted with a beautiful body, and in a way, it made sense she would be so reluctant to show it. It was why she still felt bad about this, and would do her best to make this up to Ronnae.

At Billy's blush, she giggled. "Sorry, I know its still weird to think about, but she is gorgeous. I hope she'll feel more comfortable with you in time. But I'll try not to do something like that again."

And that caused her to stiffen up, turn around and walk up the stairs quickly in embarrassment. "I-I-I'll be right back f-forgot something!"

Gah! Why were they talking about her? She doesn't like the attention; attention brought nothing but horrid things in her life, things she wished she could forget but knew she couldn't. She picked up Boomy, who was cleaning up her room, and hugged him to her chest. "Boomy, you'll keep me safe right?" The small bomb beeped and whirred and squirmed in her hands trying to be comforting.

She took a deep breath before she headed out and downstairs again, this time carrying her little bomb with her. She jumped down instead of taking the steps, landing gracefully. She jumped over the couch and landed, sitting on the couch opposing to the two. "H-here!" She said timidly.

Billy flinched when he saw what they'd caused. She'd had body issues, right? This was bound to be exacerbating them. Stupid, stupid Billy. Still trampling all over her feelings.

When she returned, he was looking in his lap. "Hey, I'm really sorry about all of this. I should probably get back to my enforced nap," he said in a rush.

By the feelings along the Bond, it was clear that he didn't blame Katara. It was a natural thing to happen, but...it was his fault. He shouldn't have fallen for Katara's goading.

Katara had also noticed,and quietly scolded herself for being so insensitive. She wanted to help Ronnae with her body issues, but it was clear this was not the way to make that happen. She definitely felt guilty now, but tried not to make a big deal about it.

Katara flushed a little, feeling even worse that now Billy was feeling so awkward. "Um, I can go if you guys want: I really shouldn't have bothered you guys, I was just trying to help Billy move."

She actually did feel like she made things worse now. She actually wished he could get Ronnae alone a moment, just so she could apologize more personally.

Ronnae shook her head hurriedly. "N-no it's alright! We're all friends! We shouldn't be feeling like this." She looked down wishing she wasn't such a pitiful person. She gave a wide smile, if anything a bit forced but genuine enough. "I know! I'll make some hot cocoa and get some snacks. That should cheer everyone up right?!" She bounced up, with a cheery smile and hurried off to the kitchen. "No sadness allowed around here!" She called out playfully from the kitchen.

Billy straightened up, saluting her as she passed. "Yes ma'am!"

He nudged Katara a little when Ronnie was out of sight, inclining his head toward the kitchen.

Katara couldn't help but smile at Ronnae's back. It was obvious what she had done, but that she'd one it to make things easier: she was such a nice girl. She hardly needed Billy's prompting: after all, she knew only a little about cocoa other than it was very good and sweet.

She got up and walked over to where Ronnae was making preparation. "Could you show me how to make cocoa?"

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