[Everything is terrible. Teddy's decided this almost immediately. The sack over his head was bad enough, but Caer Scima is so gloomy. Billy would probably dig it, admittedly, but Teddy is side-eyeing everything within eyeshot.
He's green, at the moment. Green and huge and in a corner, giant sandwich in one hand. He can't see anyone he knows. This in itself just makes everything even more terrible. On one hand, he's at a tactical disadvantage being on his own. On the other hand, how is it even fair that he gets kidnapped by fairies and everyone else gets to not get kidnapped by fairies?]
the station
[By the time he gets to the Station, Teddy is beyond ready for a nap. So naturally what he does is buy a large caramel latte with soy milk and collapse in a corner. The laptops are bust. His instagram account doesn't exist here, neither does his Facebook. There is no way to text Billy, no way to send an SOS.
He gulps down his latte with a giant, green frown and sulkily sets up a new Rumblr account. Might as well blog his feelings or whatever. ]
locket - text
I'm pretty sure this is a long shot, but I'm looking for my friends. Or even anyone who knows me? It's Hulkling. I'm at the Station and I think the fairy barista's are staging an intervention between me and coffee.
teddy altman / marvel 616
[Everything is terrible. Teddy's decided this almost immediately. The sack over his head was bad enough, but Caer Scima is so gloomy. Billy would probably dig it, admittedly, but Teddy is side-eyeing everything within eyeshot.
He's green, at the moment. Green and huge and in a corner, giant sandwich in one hand. He can't see anyone he knows. This in itself just makes everything even more terrible. On one hand, he's at a tactical disadvantage being on his own. On the other hand, how is it even fair that he gets kidnapped by fairies and everyone else gets to not get kidnapped by fairies?]
the station
[By the time he gets to the Station, Teddy is beyond ready for a nap. So naturally what he does is buy a large caramel latte with soy milk and collapse in a corner. The laptops are bust. His instagram account doesn't exist here, neither does his Facebook. There is no way to text Billy, no way to send an SOS.
He gulps down his latte with a giant, green frown and sulkily sets up a new Rumblr account. Might as well blog his feelings or whatever. ]
locket - text
I'm pretty sure this is a long shot, but I'm looking for my friends. Or even anyone who knows me? It's Hulkling. I'm at the Station and I think the fairy barista's are staging an intervention between me and coffee.