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His eyes pique up, hoisting up her legs to support her.

Starter meme - 198

❝Wow. nice comeback, Hannah Montana.❞ Timothy mocked, sticking out his tongue at Wilhelm before laughing. Hannah Montana. What year is it, Timothy? “Can’t you come up with something better?”

“Hannahmowhat?” Willy looks up from his plate, an eyebrow piqued and smug grin not leaving his face. His fork strung in several noodles in his spaghetti was freed by a hand, only to flick a stray mushroom at Tim. Again.

“Okay. How ‘bout this.” He leans back in the much-too-small-and-fancy chair at the restaurant they booked at. “’Least I don’t have shit-flavoured soft-serve ice cream on my head.” He winks. It was all in good fun.

hyperionmisfit

“Shoot, I don’t even remember half the stuff I’ve wanted. I’ve been thinking about an ECHO eye, but I’m not set on it yet. Let’s just start with the foot blade because that’s easy.”

He nods, readying the table for work and pushing it out into the middle of the workshop, patting the top for Issac to climb on.

His thumb on the hand with his ECHO types out the following:

A grin is spread across his face, clearing off a nearby workbench and typing up on his ECHO:

>>Whatchu want first? Footblade or jet pack?

He stands there in silence for a second.

screamingwilhelm asked:

“Who’s this cutie?”

“Huh?” Timothy glanced over to see what Wilhelm was talking about and his face reddened when his eyes fell upon the worn old picture that must have slipped out from his jacket. It had been torn out of another photo hastily and stuffed into a pocket at the time of its acquiring, knowing that all evidence of himself was about to be destroyed.

He brushed his hair back with one hand nervously before answering. “O-oh, that’s – that’s me. Yanno, before the. The – well, this.” In the photo, a man stood, looking like he was making bunny ears at the person standing next to him - but it was hard to tell because the photo was torn. He held a dorky grin and sported a menagerie of freckles on his face. His copper-brown hair was messy and just a bit long. Geez, and those nerd glasses – god, he hadn’t looked at this picture in a while, had he really worn those?

All and all, it was a picture of a one hundred percent goober.

“Yooooooou don’t wanna look at that, though.” Timothy responded. “That guy, he isn’t very cute at all.”

Too late, the Enforcer had the fraction of the picture pulled close to his eyes, squinting at the figure that was displayed on it.

That--- was...?

After Tim’s explanation, he peeked over the photo down at him, tilting his head more-than-curiously.

“Why you lyin’?” He smirks. “He’s you. That scrawny lil piece of sunshine is you.” There’s a curt wave with the picture in-hand, flapping through the air.

[ECHO_msg]

@goodtobejack

Still not getting the hang of social cues and when to contact someone properly, Willy shows up at Tim’s door, giving a couple of meaty knocks and awaiting an answer.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

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