Back in action.
Back in love.
Wait...
"Wh-what are you?"
"You don't remember me?"
You have to be kidding me. As soon as I came to terms with my feelings and he doesn't know I even exist?!
Reboots suck.
Fuck it, guess I'll be the Chaser this time.
...
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A whistle jostled me from my sleep.
“Rise and shine! Roll out for work detail!”
“Ugh.” Groaning, I slowly climbed off my bed still half asleep. The bar doors swung open allowing us out.
“It is common for prisoners to given labor, as both a means of exercise and of promoting a responsible work ethic.” Zane explains as they catch up to me.
“It's also for free labor.” I grumble allowing Lloyd to pull me into his arms for a tight hug.
I'll allow it since my cellmates aren't around to see it.
Cole shrugged, “Oh. Beats staying here all day.”
“And it's a chance to show we don't mean any trouble.” Lloyd adds even though it definitely looked like they were trying to escape last night, “So no powers, okay?”
I don't think they like us at all anymore.
Boarding the bus, Mezmo, a serpant, gives Jay a threatening hiss before he moves to the back.
Lloyd yanks me into his seat, forcing me to sit on his lap. “We might as well share, no seats left for you.” He explains tucking his face into the crook of my neck.
“Yeah sure, whatever you say, Baby Green.”
“Thirteen aboard! Lock 'n' load!”
“Open the trap!”
“Well, well. If it isn't my arch-nemesis, Jay! The ninja of lightning!” Hearing a familiar voice I leaned over, away from Lloyd seeing Fugi-dove looking at Jay.
“Sorry, have we met?”
“Oh, you probably don't recognize me in my prison clothes. It is I, Fugi-Dove” He coos twice. “My cry fills the night?”
“Zip it and stow it!” A guard shouts from the front of the bus, “Once a month we pick up trash along Route 22. Those who work hard, get a few hours in the sun and a nice, cold lemonade.”
“Mm, lemonade.” Cole moans from behind our seat.
“Those who make trouble, get nothin'. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Yep.”
“I guess so.” I mutter being tugged back to where Lloyd wanted me. “Would you-”
One of his hands settled on my thigh, squeezing it. “I won't hurt you. I just- need you.”
It's been a while since he's said that to me and yet it still hits me like a pile of bricks, “Then… I'm right here.” I whisper back.
“Alrighty then, let's get this show on the road. Roll out!”
