#hesatool

It was a painfully Guy thing to say, though knowing that didn’t make Simon’s look of annoyance any less genuine when he heard it. He rolled his eyes at the words, picking at a loose thread on his t-shirt and wishing Jessica had the night off so he could make her take this mission with him instead. It was a simple enough job, a ‘disturbance’ of some unspecified origin just outside Earth’s gravitational pull, but Simon had seen too many horror films to take off to investigate it on his own. He’d run into a sure fight without backup in a heartbeat, but a mystery? No way was he gonna be like one of those dumb scary movie characters who got eaten by a monster for going inside the haunted house alone.

“You ever consider, like... Thinking before you speak? Just one time, maybe?” He wrinkled his nose, turning to fly backwards so he could face Guy behind him. “I was talking about my mom, dude. That’s just... gross.”

Most of the Lanterns, Yara had decided, were supremely annoying. Jessica was the exception, and the only reason Yara had yet to throw the other woman’s partner into the sun was Jessica’s fondness for him. She wondered if a similar fondness would save this particular Lantern from such a fate. She narrowed her eyes at him, taking in the costume, the light, the ring, and scoffing lightly.

“Six months is six months,” she said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Unless your life expectancy is far shorter than the average human’s. Is it?” She’d been practicing mimicking Natasha’s ‘unamused’ expression. She was pretty sure she wasn’t nailing it, but... She thought she was doing an okay job.