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[wearingthestars]

[So normal. And Billy definitely doesn't type and retype his reply far too many times.]

Based purely on aesthetics? I think I like two a little more. These the candidates for your replacement?

[sinistral]

Yeah. I was thinking two as well. SHIELD suggested one, more modern look and all.

[wearingthestars]

Who gets the final call? I dunno if there are any performance differences, but if they're both pretty much the same I'd say you should go with the one you like best. You're the one who has to ride it.

[sinistral]

Ultimately me. I mean it'll go to SHIELD for mods, but it's mine. Still interested in going for a ride?

[wearingthestars]

Well then, yeah, totally pick the one you like best. Very interested. You're still offering? It really wasn't just you being super nice?

[sinistral]

I'm not super nice, I'm a crotchety old man, remember? Get off my lawn.

Of course I'm still offering. You didn't think that was all some act, did you?

[wearingthestars]

Right, right. Old Man Cap. I forgot.

No. Not really. It's just a self defense kind of thing. If that makes sense?

[sinistral]

Old Man Cap, that's me.

It's okay, I get it. And I am still offering, if it's an offer you wanna accept. No strings attached if you don't want them.

[wearingthestars]

No, I definitely do. You're awesome. Even outside of being Old Man Cap.

[sinistral]

My lawn, Billy! My LAWN!

You're pretty cool too, you know.

[wearingthestars]

Do you even actually have a lawn?

I'll blame that on the old age.

[sinistral]

[The message contains a picture of a potted succulent in so-so health, with a post it note affixed to the pot. The note, of course, says LAWN.]

Booking my accommodations at the nursing home already?

LOL

[wearingthestars]

Oh, have you signed that responsibility over to me all ready?

Hehehe

[sinistral]

Saddled you with more like. I'm a crotchety old bastard.

[wearingthestars]

I'll visit you every weekend and make sure the nurses aren't stealing from you, promise.

[sinistral]

Make sure my wheelchair faces the south windows.

[wearingthestars]

Oh is that important? You should write up all your requests now while you still have your mind.

[sinistral]

Oh, I lost my mind a while ago, I just never told anyone.

[wearingthestars]

Well, jeez. That's a lot to lay on a guy.

Don't worry, I won't tell.

[sinistral]

It's probably rotting away in a Lost and Found somewhere.

Our little secret?

[wearingthestars]

You hide it well.

Yup. Promise. We'll throw it in with the last pinkie promise.

[sinistral]

The shield is big enough to hide a lot.

That one's getting a lot of mileage. Might have to renew it.

[wearingthestars]

Handy. Is that the real reason you carry it?

We can set up a new one next time we met up then.

[sinistral]

My other deep, dark secret is out.

Yeah. What's your schedule like?

[wearingthestars]

My college is out on break for a few weeks since the building got...dematerialized or whatever...so...I'm free whenever.