"BOY. BOY. BOY. BOY. BOY. BOY…," went the BOY Alarm, not that all the Lindsays were paying attention to it, considering they were too busy running too and fro in a state of abject panic.
"We're all gonna die!"
"Why isn't the main system responding?"
"Systems offline in Decks 27 through 34!"
"Who ate the last donut in the break room?"
"Everything's on fire!"
Things were a bit hectic at the moment, which was an understatement given that the last thing the girl known as Lindsay Rose heard was her friend Miles Arc saying "I need you to do me a huge favor." to her.
"Alright," the head of Operations, Reason, barked as she stormed into the control room of the brain, "what the H E double hockey sticks went wrong this time?"
"I'm not sure," Logic, the X.O., informed her, frantically typing away at various keyboards, "There appears to be a sympathetic overload cascade going on through the mainframe, but that's impossible; everything was operating within normal parameters just a minute ago."
Reason motioned for Logic to scoot over, then scanned over the information on the monitors. "Right here look; Object of Affection just said one of the trigger phrases." She massaged her temples. "I thought we were trying to deprioritize most of these words?"
Logic shrugged, "Superhero duties have been-"
"It was Emotion's job, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
A massive sigh.
"Whatever, we'll deal with her after we reset the system." Reason took a key from around her neck and put it in a slot on the control panel, giving it a turn. A panel opened, revealing a large, red button with a pair of left facing triangles on it.
A burning rafter fell just as Reason slammed her fist down on the button.
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"...uh, hello? You ok there, Lindsay?"
That was the first thing my brain registered when I returned to consciousness.
"...uh, sure! 100%! Toootally fully functioning!~"
ACK! Why the heck did I just say something so stupid?
C'mon, Linds; pull it together, girl! It's just your freaking crush talking to you right now, you can handle that, right?
...yeah, I don't know why I thought I could lie to myself like that either.
"Are you sure?" Miles asked, "Cuz you sorta spaced out for a few seconds, there."
"Pfffft, no I didn't! ...unrelated, but I don't suppose you'd mind repeating the last thing you said to me, would you?"
I hope it only felt like there was a giant sword hanging above me, waiting to fall…
"Oh, sure. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor this weekend."
"Like what?"
"Like keeping an eye on my sister's kid this Saturday," he explained, "She and her wife are having a date that day, so they need a babysitter. Normally I'd offer to do it myself, but…" He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "...I kinda got drafted to the Soccer team recently and our first practice is this weekend." Then folded his hands in front of him. "I'll be totally in your debt if you could do this for me…!"
…
...sorry, my mind wandered; I was thinking about the myriad of things I could get out of this arrangement.
Well, it's not like there aren't other Heroes to take care of the city for an afternoon while I'm watching a kid, right? How hard could it be?
"You can count on me, Miles; go have fun kicking balls!"
...I did it again, didn't I?
Thankfully, Miles didn't seem to notice, too busy sighing in relief. "You're a lifesaver, Lindsay!"
"It's what I do…~"
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...so why did I feel more nervous than ever before?
I was standing outside the door of the Cotta-Arc apartment (cuz hyphens are better or something, I guess?), and it probably only felt like I was marinating in my own sweat, considering my clothes didn't make that kind of gross, wet slapping sound when I fidgeted.
"OK Lindsay, you got this; it's just watching a kid for a couple hours. It's not like he's a secret supervillain or something, right? Besides, babies are cute; you love cute things! Just forget about the fact that you don't actually have any experience taking care of kids, let alone dolls on account of your own mom pushing Erector Sets on you in your formative years-"
"We have rules in this building about loitering, you know."
It was only by the grace of God that I didn't form an irresistible attraction to the ceiling when the voice spoke. Instead, I elected to simply flail my arms and legs randomly for about three seconds before my "flight or fight" response died off.
Standing in the doorway of the apartment (which I never heard open, ftr) was a woman a head or so taller than me. She had a darkish tan, probably Mediterranean, and slightly frazzled looking dark brown hair that only reached the base of her neck. She also had on a pair of half-rimmed glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose, letting her eyes peek over the top of them.
"...how much did you hear?" I asked, dreading what the answer would be.
"Enough," she said curtly, "but apparently Miles vouches for you, so I'm willing to defer to his judgement since we're kind of out of options at the moment."
...she couldn't be…?
"...you're not Miles's sister, are you?" If she was, she was a bit different than I was imagining her; I could hardly see any trace of familial resemblance between him and her now that she was standing in front of me.
She actually chuckled at this. "No, my other half is finishing up Adrien's bath. I'm Jamie-" She held out her hand. "-her wife."
Oh. That made sense. Now that some of my apprehension had a chance to evaporate away, I reached out and shook the proffered hand. "I'm Lindsay Rose. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cotta-Arc!"
"Just 'Jamie' is fine," she said, ushering me inside, "we aren't terribly worried about formality in this house." She then called out "Sweety? The babysitter's here!"
I heard a faint "Just a second…!" come from further in the [surprisingly spacious] apartment, and a moment later a petite looking blonde woman (there's the family resemblance!) power walked up to us, holding a toddler who practically looked like a tiny version of Jamie.
"Hi, you must be Lindsay," she said, hiking who I presumed was little Adrien up a bit, "Miles has told us so much about you! This is Adrien, and I'm Lindsay. Kinda cool we both have the same name, huh?"
In any other circumstance, I would have agreed that our matching names were a strange coincidence. I also probably would have flailed/melted at the implication that Miles was thinking of me outside of school...but the involuntary squeal of "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" at the adorable baby in Lindsay Cotta-Arc's arms most likely caused those thoughts to retreat to safety. "He's sooooooo cute!~"
"Abwah," Adrien informed me.
Guys...I think I just died of cuteness. Go on without me.
"He is pretty cute," Lindsay said (wow...it's really weird for my name to refer to someone else…), "And he gets it all from his adorable mother.~"
"Babe…!~"
I think they might have shared a kiss or something? I'm not sure, I was a tad distracted.
"Anyway," Jamie coughed, "I'm going to finish getting ready, so why don't you show Lindsay here what she needs to do?"
"Oh, sure thing!" The blonde woman then led me around their apartment (which didn't take very long; it was a loft) and made sure I knew where all the emergency numbers and first aid kit were located. The whole tour probably only took about five minutes.
...which is why it was a surprise when Jamie emerged from what I learned was their bedroom, looking twenty times more put together than before: her hair was neat and tidy, she had a touch of makeup on that managed to mask the tiredness I saw before, and she had on a pair of fashionable slacks and a cardigan, which she'd rolled up the sleeves to her elbows.
"I work at a really yuppie corporate office as an IT tech," she explained, taking Adrien and handing him to me, "and before you ask, the pay's good, and no one's so malicious that I can't handle it." Then she turned back to her wife, "We should hurry; les Misérables starts in less than hour."
"It's with the Broadway cast," Other Lindsay said as the two women went about gathering their purses and coats, "My Soulmate here pulled a ton of strings to get us tickets!~"
"It wasn't that many…," Jamie protested, "Anyway, Miss Rose-" I appreciated the distinction. "-don't hesitate to call us directly if you need to; Adrien means more to both of us than a silly play, or dinner at Il Gavino's."
I nearly did a spit take; Il Gavino's is the most exclusive restaurant in the Atlas district, you practically need to be, like, actual royalty to get a reservation there! Even Kara's family has to be put on the waiting list, which should tell you something right there.
Geez...if the stars took the time to perfectly align themselves today for them, then I should not bother these two unless it's an absolute, life-or-death emergency.
"We shouldn't be any later than nine, but Adrien goes to bed at six. If you want to invite a friend or two over later, just be aware that-"
Other Lindsay was pulled through the door before she could finish.
Then she quickly popped back in, "You two have fun-!"
Aaaaaand gone again.
Welp, time to get better acquainted with my charge for today.
"So...what do you normally do around now?"
"Aboobwah!"
"I see…"
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For the first hour, babysitting was surprisingly easy; I just plopped some of his toys down in front of him, and he's been playing in his own little world ever since.
Remind me why I was worried about this again?
"...yeah, he's been a happy little camper the whole time," I told Arryn over the phone (she'd called asking if I wanted to hang out and stuff), "I think I could actually get used to looking after kids."
"...really?" Arryn said with that tone she got when she was having one of her fantasies.
"I mean taking more babysitting gigs," I clarified. "It'd be a nice way to earn a little extra cash."
"Oh...I see. ...but what about being Spider-Girl?"
"I'd still do that too, but there's plenty of other heroes around the city, I could totes take a couple weekends a month and watch some kids. No harm in taking a break once in a while, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so-"
Arryn cut her thought off, and though she probably put her finger over the receiver, I could still hear muffled speech on the other end of the line. Probably her and her mom, if I had to guess.
My suspicions were confirmed a moment later. "My mom is demanding pictures- Give her a minute to take them!"
Yeah, I should probably get on that. Mrs. Belladonna is a sweet woman, but if my mom is SuperMom, then she's Mom to the Nth degree. (I think she tried to adopt Kara and me one time? The details are a bit fuzzy on that.)
"Alright, Adrien…" I opened up the camera app on my phone and aimed it at the toddler, "do something adorable!~"
"Bwahbfffff," he said, banging one of his toys on the floor.
Click! Picture get!
"Alright, sending it now…"
I heard two sets of squeals on the other end of the call. After that it just devolved into a bunch of incoherent baby talk, so I hung up.
They'd probably be at it for a while.
"If my friend Ashley were here, she'd probably say that all the squealing means you'll be a looker when you grow up," I informed him, bringing him to my lap. "I'm sure your moms will be super proud of you."
"Bwoh," he commented.
"Yeah, you're right; looks are overrated, despite what Kara keeps telling me."
"Abwah!"
This kid really knows what he's talking about.
...it was only then that I noticed a peculiar smell that seemed to be coming from the little tyke in my lap.
I was afraid of this.
"Other Lindsay didn't change your diapie before she left, did she?"
My only answer was him nomming on his fingers.
"Thought so…"
I'll spare you all the gory details of the changing process, but it involved a tense moment where some very frantic searching happened. Fortunately, said search was rewarded and Adrien is now the proud owner of a clean diaper.
On an unrelated note, the Cotta-Arcs need to get more diapers.
"How do you feel about taking a little trip?" I asked.
"Babwoh."
That sounded like a "yes" to me. I grabbed a tupper container from the fridge marked "for outings" (and yet they almost ran out of diapers?), then secured Adri-kins in his stroller and headed out the door.
Once we made it outside I brought out my phone and opened up the map. "OK, where's the nearest pharmacy…?"
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Turns out the nearest pharmacy is still a few blocks away, so it was a small journey just to get there. On the way I got so many calls of "He's so cute!~" and "Can I adopt him?~" on the way, including one guy who asked "Is that lunch?".
I decided to take my chances on the other side of the street after that.
However, no one actively hindered my efforts to pick up extra diapers, so I was soon on my way back to the apartment, diapers slung under one arm, pushing the stroller with the other, and feeling pretty good about life in general.
But this is me we're talking about; I think we all know where this is going.
Sure enough, not even two minutes after I left the pharmacy, the Villain of the Week™️ showed their hand.
Like, literally: their thumb was half over the lense of the camera they were using to broadcast on all the nearby TV monitors.
"Wuzzup, crackers?" an overly chipper voice that I think sounds like nails on a chalkboard said, "It's yo gurl- ...hang on…"
The offending thumb was removed, revealing the person holding the camera, a loudly colored (as in, she had all the colors present in her ensemble) girl who calls herself-
"It's yo gurl, Nyon_69XD! Wut wut!" She took and airhorn out of seemingly nowhere and blew it.
(Headphone users, I'm sorry.)
"I know you crazy people missed me while I was stashed in the clink because SOME PEOPLE CAN'T TAKE A JOKE, MR. PAROLE OFFICER! But I'm back now, and donations are open again, so where my simps at? Hollah!"
…I think I owe The Huntsman an apology.
"Anywho, I know my homie Spider-Girl is watching this-"
I don't like where this is going…
"-and I know she misses me as well-"
That's slander, ma'am.
"-soooooooooo...I came up with a new challenge, all for you! Aren't I great?~"
UGHHHHHHHH! Seriously!? Of all freaking times for this whackjob to show up and make my life miserable, it had to be today of all days; this was supposed to be my day off for crying out loud! Now I have to deal with this crazy while also keeping Adrien out of harm's way!
Where's a girl's BFFs when you need them?
"This is a little number I like to call 'Where's the Babby?'!" The footage switched from Nyon and her annoying ginger ponytails to- ...me?! "This generous citizen has lovingly donated their babby to the challenge, so the ball's in your court now, SG; where's the babby?"
I quickly looked around for whoever was filming me and saw someone rapidly vacating the premises. But more importantly ADRIEN WAS GONE!
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS?
"Clock's ticking, SG; you don't want anything to happen to them do you?"
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Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap!
No, I don't care that I owe the Swear Jar™ a billion dollars now; I LOST A BABY AND HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO FIND IT!
Game over, man; game ove-!
I just slapped myself to keep from freaking out even worse. I mean, it's not like I let the child of my secret crush's sister get KIDNAPPED right out from under me, thereby causing him to hate me forever and be so angry that he'll have me put on some kind of watch list-!
I slapped myself again.
Come on, girl, focus! You're a superhero for crying out loud; worry about the inevitable consequences of losing a baby after you get him back!
I ducked down a nearby alleyway to get my Spider Suit on, doing some deliberate deep breathing to help settle my nerves, along with another method that usually helps me to calm down when I get flustered.
"...It falls upon a sleeping crowd, a haze of nah nah, dah-dee Mm-mm-mmm…!~"
...what? They're a really good band, ok? Goodnight to you if you think otherwise. Regardless, the further into the song I hummed, the less frazzled I became. Once the song finished I twisted the face of my watch, my Spider Suit springing out of it and morphing itself over my body.
Don't ask me how the science works here, all I know is that it's cool, and it's a better solution than wearing my suit under my normal duds all the heckin' time.
I immediately took to the skies in search of the missing child.
"Ok…," I said to myself as I swung through the city, "if I were the most annoying thing on the internet aside from the Annoying Orange, where would I hide a baby?"
Deep questions, I know.
As I was swinging, I happened to pass by a seemingly benign looking apartment building, nothing I hadn't seen a million times before while living here. However, what made this building stand out was the group of punk kids outside of it who looked like they were roughing up some random passerby.
And as much as I wanted to find Adrien again, I couldn't just leave this poor soul to whatever those punks had in store for them, so I did what I do best: shoot my sticky goo all over them!
...that sounded better in my head, I swear.
Of course, lots of punches and kicks were thrown, but none of them hit me.~
"And that's what you get for picking on random people; you get randomly picked on yourselves!"
...eh, not my best quip work: four out of ten at best, if I'm being honest.
"Hey, what's going on down there?" I heard an elderly male voice shout from an open window, "Are you teenagers mugging people again?"
...this is normal for this building?
A moment later, a very familiar face popped out of said window, shaking a fiat down at the scene. "Don't make me come down there, you punks!"
"...Stan?" I called up to Stan the Man, "I didn't know you lived here."
"Oh, hey there, Spider Girl!" He waved down at me. "How're things going; need me to come down and give those punks a good talking to?"
"Oh, you know," I said, and web zipped up to his window so we wouldn't have to shout at each other, "hanging in there."
Ok, that one was a least a 7.5 out of ten. Still got it.~
"That's good to hear; I know you were feeling a little down lately."
"That's all water under the bridge now. I'd love to chat about it, but I'm kinda in the middle of something-"
Before I could even give the Tl;dr of what was going on, Stan's TV (which had some ancient show about a doctor who was also a detective on it) switched over to Nyon's overly dolled up mug.
For real, who would willingly put that much beauty glop on their face?
"Knock knock, paging a certain insect themed hero? Hellooooooooooo, you still alive out there? I would have expected you to have at least gotten halfway close to finding that babby you lost by now…"
OK, FIRST OF ALL, you stole him! ...anything! ...one! Whatever! And second, spiders are technically arachnids, not insects. Considering that was my mom's main focus before...this happened, I should know.
"So, since it seems you need a little help, I'll leave you a trail of breadcrumbs you can follow, ok? How's that sound? Oh, and simps? I just posted some spicy~ pics on my OnlyFans™️, so go sub to that if you haven't already! Peace!" Then the TV went back to the dinosaur show.
Have I mentioned how much this...rhymes with witches really grinds my gears? Cuz she does.
A LOT.
"I wonder what she meant by that…?" Stan asked.
"Whatever it is, it can't be good." I shot a web line into the city, ready to swing off again. "Anyway, nice talking to you, Stan; keep an eye on those punks downstairs for me until the police arrive, would you?"
"No problem, Spider Girl!" He flashed a thumbs up at me, to which I nodded back, taking it as my cue to leave. "Go get 'em!"
So, "breadcrumbs", huh? Knowing her, it's probably going to be something overly flashy and impossible to miss.
Cuz, you know, "subtle" is just a six letter word to her, apparently.
And sure enough, I got my answer a minute later when a series of small explosions went off on top of numerous buildings; I almost needed to use my patented "Calm the heck down" maneuver like before until I noticed that there wasn't actually any fire or even any actual destruction where the explosions happened, just clouds of almost iridescent blue smoke rising into the air.
...yeah, that would about do it.
Alright, since I don't have to worry about actually tracking Nyon down, I can focus on how I'm actually going to take her down and save- ...why is that one column of smoke black and not blue like the others?
Aw, frazzledy-frick; that's and actual fire, isn't it?
WELP, time for another detour before I go save my crush's nephew…
Here's hoping the firetrucks are already on their way. BRB, folks.
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There were only enough times in her life that Nyon_69XD (as she called herself) regretted doing something that she could count them on only one hand. Holding a crying toddler in her arms while she waited for Spider-Girl to get her dang message already was one of those times.
"OK, real talk," she said to no one in particular, not really expecting an answer, "why do people like you things again?"
Her only companion on this rooftop, the small, mocha skinned child her Simp Army had procured for her, didn't respond. Instead, they continued their wailing, which they'd been doing for the last ten minutes after she'd sent her follow up taunt to the webbed wallcrawler.
What she wouldn't give for some other bitch to watch it while she entertained her fans. You know, pretend to acknowledge a couple of them, "accidentally" bend over and flash a bit of thigh a few times, then act all embarrassed when someone in the chat room brought it up...people ate the shit up, and encouraged them to hit the "Subscribe" button.
Crying children weren't really conducive to that.
"Ugh, God help me if I ever get knocked up with one of you brats…"
She wanted to just chuck it over the side and be done with it…but her whole game this time hinged on it at least being around when Spider Girl got here; kind of pointless to play "Where's the Babby?" (not her most creative idea ever, she'll admit to that) and not have said "babby" present when the star contestant showed up.
...where the hell was she, anyway?
"She'd better show her stupid masked face soon," Nyon griped, "cuz every second she doesn't show is money my brain dead followers aren't throwing at me!"
"Aww, how tragic," a sarcastic voice said from behind the E-girl villain, followed by a tap on the shoulder.
She spun around, suddenly face to mask with Spider-Girl. Before she could properly react, the superhero shot a line of her webbing at the kid, which she tugged over to her, which somehow got the damn thing to stop crying.
"OH COME ON! He behaves for you and not me? This is total BS!"
"What can I say?" Spider-Girl shrugged, before shooting a glob of web over Nyon's mouth.
The final indignity.
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"...I'm just good with kids,~" I concluded, maybe putting a little more sass than necessary in the statement.
Not gonna lie, popping up from Smol Mode like that made me way too happy.
Then, before Little Miss Annoying could do anything else, I quickly webbed Adrien to my chest in a makeshift papoose before shooting more webs at Nyon's feet (so she couldn't run away) and hands (so she's have to deal with not speaking for a good couple hours before the webs dissolved), thereby keeping her occupied while I took care of a very important bit of business.
I took Nyon's phone and opened the streaming app, turning it "Live" real quick.
"Hey everyone, this is Spider-Girl," I said, "I've come to make an announcement." I was really tempted to go through the whole "Dr. Eggman meme" spiel, but then I'd be stooping to Nyon's level, and I am not doing that in a million years! No sir! "I know babies are cute and everything, but kidnapping them from innocent babysitters is not the way to go about getting your own; either make one yourselves, or adopt a kid if that's not an option. Don't be like this girl-" I panned the camera over to the webbed up Nyon. "-in like, multiple respects, but specifically the kidnapping thing in this case."
Then I cut the feed.
Nyon was making muffled protests the whole time, but I ignored them on account of I didn't care.
"So how are you doing," I asked Adrien, "the big, mean vlogger didn't hurt you or anything, did she?"
"Bwah!"
"Cool, just checking. So, sorry about getting you wrapped up in all this; it was supposed to be my day off, and then I got distracted on the way over here by some punks, and then I had to say hi to Stan the Man, and…"
...I suddenly got the distinct impression that this kid was giving me the same "Look" that Kara does when I start rambling.
"Ok, yeah, let's get you back home first."
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So, it turns out that kids really like "flying", if Adrien's helps of joy were any indication as I swung back through the city (making sure to pick up the diapers from where I stashed them on the way). I even took a brief detour to introduce Adrien to Jimmy, and they seemed to get on swimmingly.
However, the rest of the time before his moms returned home was spent in blissful mediocrity: watching TV (that Explorah girl should really stop asking the audience for their input and get on with things already), playing with his toys, and having a tasty dinner.
I never thought I'd be able to tolerate baby food, but that Purée of Peaches was surprisingly delicious!
By the time Jamie and Other Lindsay walked through the door again, Adrien was resting comfortably in my alarms as I sat on the couch.
"Aww, you two look so cute like that!~" Other Lindsay cooed. "Did the two of you have a busy day?"
"Uh...you could say that…"
They knew.
"I feel like there's a story here…," Jamie correctly deduced, squinting at me. Then her expression softened. "But Adrien's back here safe and sound, and I trust that you'd actually tell us if something happened to him." Then she finished in her purse for a moment, pulling out a checkbook. "So as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't actually matter what happened while we were out."
"...it doesn't?" I wondered as Other Lindsay took Adrien from me, gently bouncing him on her shoulder.
"Exactly," the blonde woman confirmed, "We heard most of it second hand, but apparently Spider-Girl was able to find him again after that 'Neon' girl took him, so it's like nothing even happened, as far as I'm concerned."
I took a moment to let out a massive sigh of relief. Not gonna lie, I was fully expecting these ladies to blackball me from the babysitting community for the rest of my life; I'm just gonna take the W and not check the horse's teeth.
"Thank you so much!" I told them, accepted the check, "If you ever want to go on another date night, I'd love to watch Adrien again. ...as long as I have a week to clear my schedule first."
That was reasonable, right?
"We'll keep that in mind," Jamie assured me.
"Oh, before you go-" Other Lindsay cut in, "-Adrien has something he wants to say before he goes to bed for the night."
Oh? Well, may as well indulge the kid after everything he went through today.
"What's up, kid?"
And, guys...what happened next is quite possibly the single greatest moment of my entire freaking life.
"'pidow gir!"
Here lies Lindsay Rose, the spectacular Spider-Girl: it was cuteness that squashed the bug.
...note to self: don't go into the eulogy business.
Also, I should probably return to consciousness before the ladies try and call the paramedics, huh?
fin.
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But where'd she get that weird watch she'd used?
"So...where'd you say your 'friend' took that doohickey again, Linds? I was on the verge of making some progress studying the darn thing…"
"Back to her, uh...lab. It's kinda supposed to be a secret. Also, you said you wouldn't touch it!"
"...I got bored?"
"Mom…!"
"I did! I'm home alone most of the day, and there's only so much vacuuming I can do before that loses its luster."
"..."
"But! ...these new prints they left more than make up for that. In fact...I think this one should come in handy pretty much immediately."
"...eeyup, yes it will.~"
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*Later, at Kara's flat…*
"Suit goes on, suit goes off!"
"*sigh*, Lindsay…"
"Suit goes on...suit goes off!"
"Lindsay-"
"Suit goes on, suit goes off!"
"Lindsay!"
"Suit goes-"
"Lindsay!"
"Eep! ...yes?"
"Stop."
"...yeah OK."
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And there we have it, chapter five is in the bag! I had a surprising amount of fun with this one, partially due to how many references I managed to include. (try and find my favorite one. XD)
But next time...hoo boy, next time! I've got a little surprise for y'all! Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!
Anywho, you know the whole spiel: Follow, Fav, Review, stay safe, Be excellent, and I'll see you all next time!