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[gleans]

[ The communicator comes on in the middle of some confused button-pressing, so don't be alarmed when it goes from video to audio, then back to video. Have a nice view of Galen's face at an awkward angle. ]

-- ou mean, new home? What the hell does that mean? Hello? Jesse?

[ The angle gets a little less weird as he lifts the communicator to eye level and peers at it under his glasses. He then drops them back onto his nose and moves his arm back a few inches from his face, showing the ajar front door of one of the houses (number sixteen, actually) behind him. ]

Hello? Can anyone hear this? What the fuck just happened to me? [ He swallows anxiously and looks around the area outside the house. ] ... Hello?

Comments

[onteamdyson]

Duh. He's a super hero. Sit!

[Just gonna be pushy all around his shoulders and arms and back and everything else until he sits the hell down on the couch.] I'm leaving you here while I get your shit back. You need to be able to defend yourself.

[She's ... really worried about you, now. You're not-- ... fighty.] I should get you a whistle.

[gleans]

[ Fiiiine, he sits, putting the bat across his lap, and touches the bruise gingerly. ]

Hey -- I wasn't expecting him to hit me, is all, okay? I'll be fine. Like -- thanks, though.

[onteamdyson]

No one expects to be hit. You should know how to avoid and/or deal with it! [She pouts, taking a seat on the coffee table directly across from him.]

It's just until I can find you pepper spray. Or a plastic bubble. Or one of those child harnesses. Okay, so what am I looking for? Just your diiiiary? Dude, you're famous, are those things worth money?! Will you sing some shiz when I get it back?!

[gleans]

[ He rolls his eyes and snorts. ] Probably not wherever we are now. I'll make a deal, though -- you get my notebook and my contacts juice back peacefully, and I'll sing something. The bruised-cheek, can't-open-mouth-too-wide rendition. Okay?

[onteamdyson]

[She narrows her eyes, pondering this proposition] ... And when you say 'peacefully'...? [Right. She'll figure it out. And by figure it out, I mean NOT PLAN THIS AT ALL.]

Okay, okay. Got it. Wait here, doofus. You can eat whatever, my room's the purple one with the drums if you wanna hit stuff or crash. Don't go in the attic! Don't leave. Don't ... get hurt. You're the second coolest normal person here.

[gleans]

[ He smiles, anyway, taking note of all this. Maybe he can find some goddamn aspirin. He twirls the bat, chews at his lip. ]

Aw, second coolest?

[onteamdyson]

Yeah, obvi, no one's cooler than me. I don't get jumped for having a specific face and then robbed blind!

[That's a grin. She leans forward and ruffles his hair before heading to the door]

[gleans]

Oh, well, huh. I can handle being second to you. [ Stupid grin. ] Thanks, Kenzi. Seriously. And... y'know, be careful.

[onteamdyson]

Psht. I don't need to be careful. I got skills.

[She blows him a kiss and is gone! Really... she ... she should have been careful. FOR FRIENDSHIP!]