#✩ ▌▌ ACTUALWIZARD666 IS TYPING...

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sighs dramatically with a huff, slams forehead against his shoulder and continues to groan

He’s in the middle of scribbling out a sentence when he’ssuddenly body slammed forward. His hand jerks – pen digging an inky black lineacross his midterm paper before it goes flying across the room. It clatterssomewhere in a corner, disappearing into that abyss that’s behind the couchsince Billy’s sure as hell not sticking his hand down there. Not when he knows someof the crap Tommy’s thrown back there like it’s some kind of alternate trash can. But his dilemma about losing hisfavourite pen’s easily forgotten when he’s bent awkwardly to the side with Kateresting her entire weight against him like there aren’t about a dozen otherchairs or pieces of odd furniture she could have thrown herself against if she’d wanted to be dramatic.

He guesses that it has something to do with Eli or Tommy ormaybe both.

“Kate – ” He grunts, tries to shove her off and thendeflates, all of the air rushing out of him in one long frustrated groan.

Sure he could probably magic her away, drop her into themiddle of a shopping mall or someplace nice so that he can finally have somepeace and quiet, but he’s trying this new crazy thing where he’s going to beresponsible about his powers and not abuse them. Even when moments like these that he’sreally tempted to break his own self-imposed rules since what’s one tiny spell?But this is kind of his own fault anyway. If he’d wanted to be alone he couldhave stayed at home or gone off to the library or the hundred of other optionsavailable to him.

But he’d come straight here to the clubhouse.

Mom probably would have psychoanalyse his actions – saysomething along hte lines about how he’d wanted to be disturbed or something and she’d probablybe right since why else would he be here? He knows that Tommy’ll show up eventuallywith all the force and chaos of a hurricane or that Eli’ll be here in theevening playing video games or that Jonas or Cassie or Kate are almost alwaysaround. Point is, the place is never empty since someone’s always coming andgoing and staying.

It’s home away from home and this is his family that he’ssomehow built and would never trade away in a bajillion years and justlike family, they’re aggravating as hell. “Could you maybe, I don’t know, getup before my arm falls off because you’re currently sitting on it? And then maybe we can talk when I get feeling back into it.”

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[txt]: if tommy gets drunk and spontaneously combusts i want u to know i had nothing to do with it

( ✉ → america ): …you wouldn’t be the first person i’d blame( ✉ → america ): because the first person i’d blame would be TOMMY( ✉ → america ): pls drop off his ashes at a reasonable time tho

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"So we have siblings now. Robot siblings."

“Uh…” Granted, he’s never been the most articulate ofthe Young Avengers, sometimes words fail him and he’s left floundering for something to say. It’s a big joke considering how his powers work, but how’s he supposed to react? 

He’s more disturbed by howcavalier his twin is about the fact that their family tree’s gained a few morebranches. Really it says a lot about the state of his life when being relatedto a robot’s nothing’s new when there’s already a precedence, but one of these days he’s going to have to sitdown and actually map out this entirely too complicated family of theirs. Thenhe’s going to put it on a wall somewhere so that way he can actually make senseof everything. Or try. Billy’s got that inkling that seeing the bigger picture’llonly make his head spin more than it already does whenever he tries tounderstand how deep that rabbit hole goes. 

He’s the son of a witch and an android; a psychologist and a cardiologist. He’s got two younger brothers who drive him up the wall plus a spiritual twin or reincarnated brother or something – it’s messy and it doesn’t matter since he loves Tommy as much as he does the rest of his family. And he’ll probably love these news siblings too – robot status notwithstanding.

“Do you just say these things for fun or…” He scrubs a handover his face, sighing and feeling like he’s aged about twenty years. Heunderstood a long time ago that his brother likes to drop these bombs on him for the hell of it.

“Sooo… are they the good kind of robots or the evil kind?”

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