Ghandi was wrong.

There was a flash of fur as the Bischon Frise darted out from under the desk to greet Billy. One job. He had one job. Single handedly scooping up the Pomeranian, Marty put the chase on hold long enough to offer his friend a quick response. “Oh, not long. Just came by to drop off the kibble and… ” He snagged the other, so there were two bundles of fur in his arms. “This happened. Care to give me a hand?” He asked, offering Billy one of the dogs.

Billy stared, blinking a couple times. He sniffed the air. Standing was an extremely delayed reaction and he stumbled, eugh, laying on a couch was so bad for your back. He’s definitely going to get a massage later. Groaning and stretching Billy took a dog with a grin on his face.

He discovered Billy passed out on the couch in the middle of the day, like he had one too many drinks at brunch. “Billy,” he patted the other man’s cheek a few times. One dog began to whine and the rest chimed in. “Billy, wake up. I think your dogs are hungry… Jesus Christ, when was the last time you fed them?” No response. “I’ll feed them then.” It was a bold statement for somebody that had never owned a dog growing up. Very bold. Less than 4 minutes later, three dogs were running around the warehouse and Marty was regretting everything.

There was some--- something... but Billy was deep into this dream. He didn’t really know what was going on in it, though. But he did know that there was a wooden leg, a bear and an eyeball involved. Grunting Billy turned his head, away from the annoying sensation on his skin. His snoring got louder and his feet twitched from where they hung over the end of the couch. His legs stretched out and his arms began to do the same, his spine curved and Billy rolled off of the couch. Falling onto the floor he woke up instantly. Groaning in pain he slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Spotting Marty Billy smiled at his friend.

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Hiding? Billy wasn’t one to hide. Not from Marty, at least. His best friend. The one he would kill for. But undying loyalty was a very exhausting. He was asleep, of course. Shirtless, bathrobe on the floor and his very best kangaroo bottoms- it had become a routine, honestly. He hadn’t even bothered going beneath the covers and simply lay snoring atop sheets. Sounds entered his dreams but he only snored louder. Marty’s voice flooded his mind and he, yeah, just snored louder. Like the elegant angel he is. 

Chicago?! How had he ended up there? He had just been driving around aimlessly, not really checking signs or anything. His mind was... elsewhere.

His face looked somewhat familiar to Georgie. Who was he? She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. “Never Mind…,sir.” She said, smiling politely. “I can just get the online edition…It won’t be that hard.” The brunette muttered to herself while gesturing to her pocket. 

Sir?! Ah. He liked that.

Diaval frowned, narrowing his eyes at the man who stood before him. Diaval had been looking forward to reading the newspaper, having found a nice, quiet and secluded park bench, which he thought was away from the normal outdoor rabble. Apparently not. “Oi! What do think you’re doin’?”

Standing straighter Billy looked awkwardly to the right before back at the stranger. Hopefully he hadn't seen the little article about himself in there. Luckily, he didn't think that the other had gotten that far into the newspaper. Hooray!

My life has become, like, 87 times easier ever since I learned that you can take the two numbers and the dot off of the url of a picture and it won’t be a grey box anymore.

She was a bit timid when he laughed, embarrassed too. She never cared for his cursing and felt that she was being left out of a joke, but Sadi chuckled anyway.

Never cared for animals? That's nuts! Animals were easier than people. They never had issues. They never cried about their girlfriend breaking up with them. They never became alcoholic. They were perfect! Humans should be more like them.

Before Georgie could even process what was happened, the paper had been taken from her hands and she was left with a bewildered look on her face. “—-If you couldn’t tell, I was reading that..”

Oh, he could tell. Which was why he took it. Duh! There was a picture of him in it and he was hoping that she hadn't seen it. 

Lydia pursed her lips into a tight line, eyes narrowing and head tilting to the side. “Yes, you’re wasting my time. Do you need help with your hearing, too? I’m not ginger!” Don’t make her scream, Billy. Don’t make her scream.

Billy scoffed a laugh and shifted where he stood, "Yeah I'm deaf, I didn't fucking catch that, what was that? I didn't hear ya, wha'd'you say? Huh? A little fucking louder, please!" almost yelling the man mocked her. "God! Women are so touchy! Ginger, not ginger, just dye your fucking hair!"

"Well I wasn’t expecting company so I’ll have to see what I can scrounge up for the two of us, if you don’t mind." She suddenly felt frazzled, wishing she’d prepared something earlier. "I can maybe put together a pasta dish, or club sandwiches if you’d like something quicker. What do you usually feed your dog?"

Billy shrugged, once again, and shook his head. He didn't really care. She could give him a fucking cookie for all he cares and Billy would be grateful. He could feel his stomach eating itself for fucks sake. Argh!

The shock on the man’s face gave Bucky a tingle guilty pleasure. “I hope you haven’t been doing this to other people,” Bucky started, raising his eyebrows and flinching his metal arm. “Because it is very antisocial.” His eyes fell upon the frame of the window which was now lines with uneven jagged pieces; he began picking at them with silver fingers. “Plus you owe me a new window.” Bucky continued to stare at him for a couple of seconds before saying, “Who are you? And why did you knock on my window?”