17 ➴ [voice]

[recurve]

Either he's doing a great job of screening his calls and avoiding his obligations, or Alex Aaron's been ported out. If it's the first option, anyone who knows where he's hiding can feel free to pass on the message that Kate needs him to assemble a bookcase and April needs him for Xbox reasons.

And if it's the second option and he's actually not here anymore... well, I guess it's too bad he didn't have one of those ex-Port trackers installed on his communicator so we'd know for sure.

Comments

voice;

[trickshot]

Other than not caring what it is? Not much.

voice;

[deadthenred]

You just have a problem with me, then.

voice;

[trickshot]

Says who?

voice;

[deadthenred]

I dunno, I just got a feeling.

voice;

[trickshot]

You're imagining things, kid.

voice;

[deadthenred]

I'm not a kid.

voice;

[trickshot]

You'd rather be an old man?

voice;

[deadthenred]

I'm twenty-one. That's old enough to do everything.

voice;

[trickshot]

You can't run for president.

voice;

[deadthenred]

I'm old enough to do everything anybody with their head screwed on right'd want to do.

voice;

[trickshot]

Maybe. But that's not everything.

voice;

[deadthenred]

My birth certificate says 1925.

voice;

[recurve]

[Teasing:]

Wait, so are you arguing that you're old or that you're young?

voice;

[deadthenred]

I'm the best of both worlds.

voice;

[recurve]

[plz ignore her stifling a laugh. she's totally not giggling okay.]

voice;

[trickshot]

Did you happen to bring it with you, here?

voice;

[deadthenred]

Nah, but if I got one here I could make it say 1925 too.

voice;

[trickshot]

And maybe if you had a long white beard, people would even believe it.

voice;

[deadthenred]

[Fuck you Clint he can't grow a beard yet]

Who wants to look 87 anyway?

voice;

[trickshot]

Someone with eternal youth who got stuck at a crummy age and started thinking anything else'd be better?

voice;

[deadthenred]

Who wants powers, anyhow? That's like cheating.

voice;

[trickshot]

And the laziest way to cheat, too.

voice;

[deadthenred]

Well, sure. You don't gotta do nothing, just fall into a vat of mystical goop. Or whatever.

voice;

[trickshot]

_{Or get yourself a robotic arm...}

Point being, they're all kinda cheaters. Must be why they've gotta do such big stuff.

voice;

[deadthenred]

[He heard that smalltext.]

It doesn't do anything fancy! I just— I wanted to be able button my shirts.

[Who has one thumb and is sore on this subject? This guuuuy.]