#bstrgld

Teddy had been working on the Bug, who’d decided she was going to be very stubborn when it came to him repairing a little damage to her undercarriage during a patrol some Para-Demons had decided to crash. Luckily it wasn’t anything too extensive, but enough that six hours in he was only just welding the replacement panel on. He was lying on a creeper under the Bug, only his shins, ankles and feet peeking out and the occasion spark from the welding tool could be heard. 

He’d just finished and laid the torch aside when he heard the door open and squinted from behind the welding shield. Odd, people didn’t usually come in here. Well, not unless they’d broken something and it needed fixing. Not that Teddy minded the work, it kept him occupied instead of thinking about his best friend who hadn’t sent a message back in over a damn month. 

The thought along was enough to tighten his grip on the creeper till his gloved-knuckles went white. Don’t think about it Teddy, you’ll only spiral... again. “I’m under here,” he called, pushing a little more of himself out from under The Bug, “If you’ve got something I gotta look at just put it on the workbench, I’m about done with my baby now.” 

So, he’d got an apartment in a matter of hours but hadn’t thought about food... at all... And it had taken his stomach yelling at him to break him away from trying to analyse what was going on in the city to go and eat. With nothing in his apartment he’d walked around till he saw an open late-night takeaway and figured he’d head to the Bug and see if he could drum up anything better there. 

It didn’t take him long to order a ridiculous amount of food (he was hungry and it was all there just waiting to be ordered) and he carried it a little unevenly as he half-jogged to the Bug just outside the city, his apartment was on the city edge too luckily.