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1
"Look, your feet are all dirty now."
He reached out, lifting each of Billy-Jean’s feet one by one to pat the soles clean, dusting off the grime picked up from pacing the floors or standing around for way too long. Whichever it was, Vanguard didn't really know.
"I can give you a piggyback ride if you want. Come on, let’s get you back to your room, @Apothecariy."
The earth was more than ready to take it all in, but Billy-Jean was right here, hastily wiping his own cheeks.
The second Vanguard dropped to his knees in front of him, Billy-Jean blinked fast, catching his breath.
"What’re you doing out here? You’ve been gone way too long, Jeanie. It’s raining... aren't you freezing, @Apothecariy?"
"Like, he’s always faking it, completely clueless on how to actually feel stuff. Damn, you see that?" Vanguard pointed a finger right at his own chest. "Wow, look at me putting all that together. Pretty neat, huh?"
He grabbed a crisp piece of fried chicken from a bowl separate from Amelie’s and took a bite.
"So, you got a boyfriend, @ofGloriosa?"