"WHAT?"
There was the almost comical crash as someone fell from their seat from surprise, and Ro felt her hands stinging, probably from when she had slammed her hands onto the table to project herself into a standing position. Except that she hadn't done that, finding herself just standing there.
With a whole lot of eyes staring at her.
"Jeez, Ro, what's your problem?" demanded a voice from the opposite end of the table, face currently out of view due to be under the table.
However, when the face appeared, Ro could only stare. "Oh . . . my . . .gahhhh!" she finished, pointing, horrified with eyes wide.
"What?!" Zee demanded, backing away from his obviously troubled companion. But then again, he knew Ro was weird and troubled. She was Ro, after all.
"You're Bucky!"
"Who?" He leaned forward. "Ro! Stop it, you're gonna get us thrown—"
"You're young!" Which, in retrospect, Ro had to admit, was a pretty dumb statement to make, considering that she had met a not-real – cannot stress that enough, she told herself – baby and toddler version of Zee. But still, a Bucky-sized Zee was just . . . wrong! Worse, it was sick and wrong.
"Well, duh! Wait, I'm not young!"
Ro could only stare in response, staring at the thirteen year old. Okay, okay, Zee did not look like Bucky—there is a Heaven — but . . . but he's Bucky! He glared petulantly at her.
"What is your problem?" he repeated angrily, taking a handful of fries and devouring them as only teenage boys could. It involved the snake-like trait of unhinging the jaw and swallowing prey whole. It was with this action that Ro received another revelation — Zee was eating. Zee was eating food.
"You're eating!"
"Shut up, Ro! You ate half of my burger, the least you could do is share your now cold fries!" he snapped back, and purposefully grabbed another handful.
"No! You're eating!" In all the other zones of Twilight, she had never seen Zee eat, and she watched with a fascination that was far from sane, should anyone not know the reason for her staring.
Zee raised a brow. "Hence why we came here?" he answered, mouth full.
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" she ordered instantly. If Zee was going to eat, he was going to eat with proper manners.
"Bite me," he scoffed as he picked off more fries. "Like you ever do."
She glared at him. "Listen, you little Bucky-wannabe, it won't kill you to have some manners."
"Who the hell is Bucky?" Zee asked with a twisted sort of keen interest. "Is he your new boyfriend?"
There was something very, very, very fundamentally wrong in seeing any incarnation of Zee making a kissy face, eyes bashing, and hands clasped to his cheek in a parody of a romantic heroine. What was worse was that somehow it looked utterly sincere as well as being an utter parody, a direct mimic of what the real Zee's holographic abilities could have done.
"Knock it off, Twerp!" Ro ordered, growing upset the reminder that this wasn't the real Zee, her Zee. She lowered head and rubbed her temple, trying to think and relieve the headache this all was. A figurative and literal headache.
"No," he said. "I am, after all, an evil genius."
"No, you're just some illusional wannabe."
Zee sighed mockingly. "Ro, if you're going to deny the truth, at least use the right words. It's delusional."
Ro glared at him. This was perhaps the worst possible combination – Bucky's smugness and Zee's always-correctness. Except this time. "You're illusional. Completely, one-hundred-percent illusion—"