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[needtoruleit]

[it's kind of funny how easy old habits are to fall back into. As soon as he has the chance, Billy has gone back to holing himself up in his room for days on end, working hard and surviving mostly on coffee. He really hasn't appeared outside of his room at all until today. And that's only to prop his door open so he can carry some boxes out into the hallway.

The boxes are for the ghosts to eventually carry away, full of notes and junk gadgets and little half-functioning robotic prototypes.

He's already cleaned out his lab, so that's all sealed nicely away and there is now way too much junk in the rest of his room. So... spring cleaning it is! It's what you do when your life changes drastically, right?]

[after pushing another box out into the hall, he leaves the door lolling open while he takes a rest, flopping down to sit on the edge of his bed] ...You'd think with how easy it is to just wish stuff up out of nowhere here, you'd be able to unwish it too.

Maybe it's one of those "be careful what you wish for" things. ...Though, I'd think there would be a more dramatic way to teach that lesson than just... threatening us with some extra clutter.

[and then he gets distracted with opening one of the drawers on the nightstand that he barely touches, rummaging around. Eventually, there is a little sound of surprise]

Ha... I remember you. [a little whirring sound and some quiet steady beeping as something buzzes around while he continues his rummaging]

[filtered to Crowley]

[and then, after he notices a certain empty terrarium-shaped space on a shelf nearby, he remembers something]

Hey, uh... I guess I can take Clarice back now.

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[ectobabble]

[there's a knock on the frame of his open door, as Ray peeks his head in, smiling]

Heeeey! Billy!

[needtoruleit]

[he looks up from the middle of his significantly cleaner room. There is what looks like a ping-pong ball covered with little squares of something and a red blinking light hovering near his head]

Oh! Hey there, Ray. I was just--

[oh wait! the ping-pong ball has picked up Ray's scent, and goes flying erratically across the room toward him! Must stick to Ray!]

[ectobabble]

[and of course, he loves the little gadget on sight, and all else is shoved aside for the moment] Ohhhh, NEAT! Hey there, little fella! What're you?

[needtoruleit]

[it is-- ...a flying ping-pong ball covered in squares of double-sided tape, it seems. It immediately sticks to Ray's shirt, continuing its little beep beep beep mantra]

Ha! It still works.

[pacificate]

A trinket of sentimental value?

[needtoruleit]

No, it's actually--

...Well, I guess it is kind of sentimental. In the way that old trophies are, maybe.

[pacificate]

Memories of more glorious days?

[needtoruleit]

Well... simpler, maybe? More promising?

[jammin_with_ed]

[The next time Billy comes out into the hall he may notice the contents of one of the larger boxes moving as if someone were... in... the box, rummaging]

[needtoruleit]

[he leans in the doorway for a minute, watching.

Then, with a tiny evil smirk, he reaches down and presses a button on one of the defective gadgets sticking out of the top of the box... and it promptly starts up with this awfully loud high-pitched BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP--]

[jammin_with_ed]

[OMGWTFISTHAT?! As the beeping starts she sits BOLT upright in the box, a few doo-dads going flying]

[needtoruleit]

[ha, he called it. reaching down, he hits the button again, shutting it off]

Hello, Edward.

Billy

[onlyanapple]

Good, one less animal cluttering up my existence.

I'm pretty sure the bird isn't dead, either.

Crowley

[needtoruleit]

Oh, like one little snake was really that big of a pain.

[...not gonna claim that about the chocobo though]

Billy

[onlyanapple]

Anything requiring me to look after a living being is a pain.

Crowley

[needtoruleit]

I thought you liked hanging out with snakes.

[save_the_souls]

[Allen's stalking this. For not particular reason beyond he hates your guts Billy]

[needtoruleit]

[bring it. haters gonna hate!]

[cheerupemoborg]

[While on one of his little walks, Hank spots a box and can't help but pick it up and scrutinize it's contents before noticing Billy's nameplate on the door.]

Spring cleaning?

[needtoruleit]

Yeah-- [from inside the room. Then, a moment later, he appears in the doorway with another box in his arms]

Oh! Hey.

[cheerupemoborg]

Just how many of these do you have, anyway?

[needtoruleit]

Boxes? Um... [he sets the box down and glances back into his room]

Guess I'll find out.

[supes]

I know that feeling. After three and a half years, I've been trying to keep up with the stuff that's been taking over my closet, but there's only so much you do to get rid of it beyond just waiting for the castle to take it back. It does happen sometimes.

WHERE IS MY TAG?? I ANSWERED THIS!

[needtoruleit]

[not realizing who's talking...]

Yeah, like how could I possibly have collected this much stuff? I don't even remember where half of it could have come from.

Eventually the ghosts will get sick of it cluttering up the hallway, I hope.

DW, DON'T BE LJ

[supes]

[laugh]

I wouldn't be surprised if they would. Paradisa scarcely lets a food wrapper linger too long, let alone lots of stuff.