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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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Ronnae had taken a liking to the park, specially since things at Engineering had been in somewhat of a disarray and she'd been asked to hold on some of her projects while things settled down. She'd find a spot in the part and either relax with some pilfered books from one of the many buildings in the city, or play her flute. Today she carried her precious metallic blue case as was happily looking for a spot to settle down.

Not too long after she spotted a familiar figure. First she looked at his form curiously before noticing who it was, and almost instantly a shy happy smile crossed her features. She got close and looked down affectionately at her boyfriend. Boyfriend, that word still felt so strange to say and still so satisfying. He looked so peaceful and a bit comical with the slew of items around him. He had afterall been working hard trying to keep his moving in a secret. Not that she blamed him.

She got close, her ponytails swaying onto his body and tickling his face. What made her feel so at ease around him and make her do things she wouldn't normally do was still beyond her. But it didn't matter at the moment. She impulsively leaned closer and pressed an affectionate kiss against his lips, a soft hand caressing his and moving it up to meet hers.

That hair brushing the sleeping Billy's face was almost enough to wake him on its own. His nose twitched when it was tickled, almost like a rabbit's.

What did cause him to fully stir was the kiss. His eyes opened, taking a moment to adjust to the green and red filling his vision. After taking a second to confirm that it was Ronnie, he gave her a quick and playful kiss while squeezing her hand.

It would take another second for the reality of the compromising situation to set in.

She moved back with a noticeable blush and settled in a comfortable sitting position next to him. She smiled shyly and looked away a bit embarrassed remembering where they were, but she was plenty sure they were alone right? "Long d-day? Has to be for you to be falling asleep." She tilted her head and laughed lightly. "Looks like you're still moving stuff then?"

"Yep," Billy confirmed, stretching his limbs and moving to sit. As he did so, he looked around for any onlookers and checked the time (well, relative time). "I thought I was just going to rest my eyes. It looks like it's been at least 40 minutes," he observed, a rising level of distress in his voice.

"I guess I'm not cut out for this type of multitasking," Billy chided himself, shifting to reorganize the items. "But I was just about done, so it's not as bad as it could be."

She frowned slightly and shook her head with a smile. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. It's bad enough there's so much to organize in the department, you can take moving in at a more relaxed pace. There's no rush you know." She pauses as a blush starts creeping back up her cheeks. "And you k-know you can keep sl-sleeping over whenever you want." She added timidly.

"I'm just not sure when there will be a break long enough to complete it," Billy answered, smiling tiredly at her. "It's best to dive in and do it when I have the energy to."

At her last statement, though, he laughed. "Isn't that the entire idea?"

She fidgeted a bit nervously prodding her fingers together. "Well y-yeah! I'm just, I don't want you to tire yourself out more than you usually do. You have enough on your plate as it is."

Billy bowed his head, looking up shyly when she was through. "I've always had trouble with that. But I think I'll be able to spend more time sleeping well when this is all sorted out."

"Good then." She said simply, a bit of a concerned tone in her voice. "Have you eaten anything? I still have a good amount of preserved snacks from our last planetside mission. I carry some around in case I get munchies." She added with a light laugh rummaging through her backpack.

Hear that grumble?

Yup, sounds like someone's hungry. Billy laughed, trying to cover his embarrassment. "I haven't, but I can make it back to the mess hall. I don't want to deplete your stash."

She looked up and rolled her eyes playfully. Really? You can't say no to pampering dang it! "I have plenty, and besides, this stuff is much better than slop!" She pulled out three different jars. One had jerked meat, the other had dried fruits and the last one had local nuts from the planet. "Take your pick! I made sure to stock up on noms cause well I'm not fond of slop..." She laughed a bit ashamed, she was always thankful but she had always been a picky eater back home. Gods how she missed those big haunches of meat and crispy fresh salads.

Billy sat obediently, already getting the sense that he was going to lose this fight. Could she be worse about watching him to make sure he ate than Renne? Time would tell.

"I don't think any of us are fond of that substance. The tray makes it a little easier to swallow, and sometimes the Sensoriums can help,l but I do appreciate more varied food."

He poked at the jars, eventually taking a small handful of nuts and nibbling on them. "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

Ron, in a fit of boredom, had decided to take a walk in the City Park. While his mind was considering finding a nice spot to practice katas, he nearly tripped over the sleeping Billy. Considering whether or not to wake him up, he came to a decision he was probably going to regret. Wandering off again, he came back with a pail of water, the contents of which he proceeded to dump on Billy's head.

She smiled timidly, "It's not a problem, you should at least not forget to eat. I had a bad habit of that back home and it was rightfully changed by my parents. Specially when I need so much sustenance due to my body. I burn a lot of energy very fast, so I need to eat more often." She herself was feeling a bit hungry but she was still very shy about eating around him so she sealed the jars again and placed them in her bag.

Well, that was a rude awakening.

Billy sputtered and jerked, turning on his hands and knees to hack the water out and make an attempt at drying his glasses on his shirt. When they were clear, he looked up.

"Good afternoon, Ron," Billy greeted none-too-happily. "What brings this on?"

Billy noticed that and tipped his head, finishing the small snack while he looked at her curiously. "I don't normally need to eat this much, but between all the trips this is even more energy-consuming than my training."

He waited a moment. "Are you hungry, then? It'd be rude of me to eat without giving you the chance to."

She shook her head hurriedly and blushed. "N-no I'm fine! I usually eat a bit l-later!" She tried hiding her face behind one of her long bangs fiddling with the ends of one of her ponytails.

"S-so, how's the organizing of Engineering going?" Subtle change of subject, not really.

"Right," Billy agreed to the brushing-off. If he was around 'a bit later' and she didn't eat there might be problems, but that wasn't for right then.

"I've asked a few of the sub-heads to take their places. So far they've agreed without further complication, but I worry about what that might say about my ability."

She tilted her head curiously, "What about your ability? You've been a great asset to the department, and you've been around possibly the longest out of anyone. You're also smart, dependable, responsible and creative. I don't see how anyone could doubt your abilities as a head of the department." She frowned at the thought but placed a comforting hand on his and smiled.

Billy appreciated the gesture and squeezed back, a little embarrassed by her praise. "The other departments don't need so many subdivisions and coheads. It might be possible that a competent person could take it all on themselves."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Doubtful. No one can take on that much work without either breaking down, or having something up his or her sleeve. Engineering is a big department, specially considering we're all living in practically a country sized ship. There's so much work in so many different areas. It's practically impossible to handle them all. Specially alone."

"True, there is a bigger volume of work. It's just difficult to ask for help without appearing weak. I know I have to, and that everyone is happy to help, I just don't like it."

Ir's a discomfort deeply rooted in his past, almost certainly illogical, but it keeps nipping at his mind.

She squeezed his hand in a soothing fashion, "What does that tell them about themselves if you deny them doing what they like, or want to do? More than likely all these people want to assist and contribute to the continuing betterment of our situation. If you try to take on all the work, it might come off as maybe you not trusting their skills or their dedication to the job."

She smiled warmly. "Having good communication with the team is much much better than trying to take it all upon yourself. Afterall, I haven't met anyone who likes know-it-alls." She laughed lightly, it was obvious she was teasing as well.

Billy knew she was right. He looked at her guiltily. "I do trust them, and I want everyone to feel important. It was a ridiculous thought. Must've been something from when I was sleeping."

Oh, Billy knew that all too well, though he was aware that it was a joke. "Don't I know it," he answered, remembering when he'd been a know it all.

She smiled warmly and laid against him, hugging him comfortingly. "Besides, I get to have an amazingly handsome know-it-all so it all works out for me." She teased slightly, even if it worked slightly against her, making her blush heavily and she was glad she had her head down.

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