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Remember how I said I was gonna write that thing with Titanium Ignition and Iridium Iris? Here ya go kids

The smell of smoke filled the nostrils of the sleeping killjoy, stirring him slightly from his sleep. Iridium Iris blinked and rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands, squeezed out a yawn and stretched. His eyes blurred and he took a deep sniff of the second hand smoke, American Spirits.

“Mornin sunshine,” a voice from the darkness said, it was warm, a slight redness shone through a window, “Ya looked so cute sleepin I didn’t want to wake you up” he said, lacking any seriousness. Iris reached a hand out and made a nomming-motion with his mouth, Titanium Ignition emerged from the shadows and stuck his cigarette to Iris’s lips. Iris took a deep drag, then exhaled calmly, smoke pluming out his nostrils. “Better?” Titan asked, taking back his cig.

Marty - PANIC.

Marty isn’t normally quiet about his feelings. He always has something to say and not being able to express his feelings now is only worsening his current state. He chokes back tears and begins hyperventilating, trying desperately to keep quiet. He realizes that he could try thinking about what he wants to say, but it’s no use. His mental thresholds have broken, he’s already having a panic attack and can’t calm himself down.