#floweremojilost

Unless it was his COLLECTIBLES, Bill was never careful with anything. Apparently that involved his well-being && life. He let out some incomprehensible grumbles as he stood up straight. “ Fun ? Maybe if we discover the Necronomicon here, or if Leatherface appears from nowhere && chases us around. But so far this has been BORING, there’s not even any signs of ghost ! I could be back home reading a comic book, or binge-watching a show ! ” No matter what, his life was overtaken by his obsession with pop culture && nerdy media.

When was the last time he’s seen a JESSICA? Well, being the president of a MULTI-DIMENSIONAL space station meant that Mortimer just didn’t have the time to get out a lot...okay. Well that was a LIE. He left the place in Rico’s hand QUITE OFTEN and went on to terrorize and murder those who he deemed a THREAT to his power. Today, this brought him to this dimension, which brought Mortimer a MORBID amount of curiosity to see a Jessica.

Beside him, sitting in the shadows, the giant ALIEN HYENA panted heavily under the heat. Acid drooled from her gaping maul, but Mortimer just gave her a light pat and stepped out of the shadows, pretending that he HADN’T just been staring at the teen. His shoes clicked strangely across the pavement, glancing every which way at this dimension. 

Different. Different.

Mortimer had no PLANS on speaking to the Jessica. She looked to be minding her own business, so why should he BOTHER? 

‘ A...diploma? ’ 

The perplexed look on the woman’s face told the other all she needed to know. Vendra had no training. She’d never been to a school in fact. The woman was entirely self-taught on pretty much everything she knew. Which made the rather advanced piece of machinery she was currently working on all the more impressive.

“Apparently! …But I don’t find mac’n cheese stuffed cheetos very appealing. It’s like…really unhealthy, and gross.”

Sure he tried to work out and stuff and he knew this was obviously very unhealthy but he also wasn’t about to completely go cold turkey on junk food. Even if sweets were his real weakness. He shrugged before trying to justify it in the most simplistic way possible, “Cheese is good.” 

         Brit frowned.  Thrift therapy...  Please, she had much too much money for that.  As if she would ever be caught dead in anything other than designer.