Bad Day. Started bad, stayed that way.

[helmetisntdumb]

It was getting better. Slowly. The job was...well, awful, and what'd happened with the Femazons was embarrassing (em-bare-assing, ha, pun) as hell, but at least his...unique skills had been put to good use

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[littleavenger]

"In here, lover," she calls out. He can hear her splashing from the pool.

[helmetisntdumb]

He stomped in. Well, not stomped, because he was hovering, but if you could stomp in the air, he would've.

She was... oh damn, hot. But NO! Even her very nubile body wouldn't distract him from his current source of vexation.

"Why did you pay my freakin' rent?"

Not thank you, not 'you didn't have to.'

[littleavenger]

She looks up at him, a little confused.

"Um... yeah. Why?"

[helmetisntdumb]

"I'm asking you why!"

[littleavenger]

"Rich. Tell me right now that you mean you're stripping paint or something."

Because if that's what he means, she might be able to laugh this off.

"Because if you mean what I think you mean..."

[helmetisntdumb]

"Nope," he said. "It's a living."

And I hate it, he wanted to add, but his anger wouldn't let him. I hate it and I'm only doing it long enough to get out of debt, finish school, and get a real job. I hate it.

[littleavenger]

She steps forward. "And you've been keeping this a secret from me for how long now?"

[helmetisntdumb]

He was treading on dangerous ground right now, he knew, but at the moment? He was too angry to care.

"April."