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om_mainShaun invites Simon to come on over and show him his footage. Jensen is also there. The boys geek out and make parkour plans.
Email portion:
Shaun to Simon:
Hey, Simon. Are you busy? Just remembered I said I'd take a look at some of your stuff sometime, and thought you could come by now, if you're free. We can do it another time too, just thought I'd check since I'm not doing anything.
-Shaun
Simon to Shaun, an hour later:
Hi,
Sorry, I've only just seen your e-mail. I'm free if you still are?
- Simon
Shaun to Simon:
Yeah, come on by. We're just hanging out. (Jensen's here too.) Room 117.
- Shaun
Simon to Shaun:
On my way! :)
----
The truth was, Simon knew which room Shaun and Jensen's was before Shaun had told him in the e-mail. Not only did he admire Shaun's YouTube work, but Jensen had also been oddly nice to him, an oddity that seemed to have affected his roommate as well. But even if the two of them didn't stand out to Simon for these reasons, he knew which room all of the boys' were. They all lived in the same hallway, and Simon was so often watching.
He walked back from the computer room and approached Room 117 with some trepidation. He stopped in front of it and patted his hair down nervously, tugged on his shirt collar to make sure it wasn't crooked, then only knocked on the door, hoping his nerves wouldn't get the better of him.
Jensen was elbow-deep in writing a computer program when the knock came at the door. He looked over at it and beckoned with a hand. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and he grinned big at the boy on the other side, “Hey, Simon! Come on in, man.” A quick glance went Shaun’s way before he turned his attention back onto his computer. “So, you and Shaun are editing videos, huh?” His eyes flicked over the laptop’s screen, quickly re-reading the lines of code. Satisfied, he saved his work and x-ed out. He opened up a computer game, something he was more far comfortable with multiple eyes seeing, and glanced over at Simon. “Been getting a lot of footage since you got here?”
Shaun had started to stand from his computer chair, but he just grinned as Jensen opened up the door with his telekinesis. Show off. "Hey Simon," he said, waving and beckoning him to come sit down, patting the chair he'd pulled up next to his. "Oh, is your stuff on a disc or something, or do you need a cord? Because I can unplug something," he asked, gesturing vaguely to the various devices plugged into his usb ports.
"A - a lot of it's back in England," Simon answered Shaun, looking and sounding very sorry for that fact. "I can only show you what I've uploaded on YouTube, and what I've filmed here." Which was entirely unedited for now. "It's on here," he added, pulling a flash card out of the breast pocket of his denim jacket and coming closer, but not yet taking a seat. "There isn't too much yet," he added, finally answering Jensen's question with a small, awkward smile the other boy's way. Between the people who didn't want to be filmed and the people who hadn't answered his journal post, it was often difficult to find the right moments, with the right people.
“I guess a secret school full of superpowered teens living in hiding isn’t exactly the best place to score an over-abundance of footage. Who’d have thought, huh?” said Jensen, shooting a grin over his shoulder at Simon. His gaze returned to his computer screen and he typed and clicked, opening his game file up as he continued talking conversationally. “Can’t really blame them though. Not after Elaine Dupree.” He huffed a chuckle and shook his head. “Taken out by a sniper? Cause that doesn’t stink of a systematic conspiracy or anything.” Especially now that everyone knew about the Facility.
"Right?" Shaun said, glancing over to Jensen. "God, I can't believe I did a whole video about her saying it had to be faked when they first came out. Talk about ironic." He squinted a little then glanced at the other guys. "Did I use that right? Fucking Alanis."
"And that's cool," Shaun added, turning his attention directly on Simon. Christ, he looked uncomfortable. He gave him a smile as he minimized what he was working on and ejected the USB that was charging his iPod. "Whatever you have is fine."
Simon plugged the flash drive in, letting Shaun browse it for himself. It was his computer, after all. He still didn't sit, and was glad to listen to the two boys chatting, and try not to be too awkward. Even if he was three feet from Shaun Mason.
And now Jensen had that song in his head.
“I think I could hate Alanis,” he mused, either not realizing or not caring that the conversation had already possibly moved in another direction.
A necromorph screeched across his computer screen and Jensen scowled at it, muttering something about aliens being such drama queens. He paused the game and reached for his headphones, plugging them in so as not to bother anyone with the noise. He stuck an earbud in one ear. “Irony is a slippery bitch to define, but, yeah, that would be irony alright. The song should be called Murphy’s Law. Not as catchy though.”
Shaun chuckled at Jensen as he opened up the device, then brought up his web browser, going to Youtube. "What's your username?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder to Simon. When he noticed he was still standing, he moved his own chair a little to the side, making room. "You can just push that chair over for more room if you'd rather stand, by the way," he offered.
"Simonbellamy, in one word," Simon answered quietly, and finally came properly closer, tugging the chair back to sit on it after all. "Two l's," he added, because it was a common mistake. He felt so nervous, now that Shaun was about to watch, and probably Jensen as well. But Shaun was a YouTube star.
Jensen was watching. It was mostly out of the corner of his eye in that not sure he was allowed to be watching way, but he was definitely watching. He maneuvered Isaac around the dark, tight-cornered hallways of the USG Ishimura, his plasma cutter drawn and at the ready. More interested in the videos than he was in the game though, it wasn’t long at all before he was looking over at Shaun and Simon. No sooner had he when a necromorph popped out, exploding from a vent on the ship. He made a surprised sound, attention snapping back to the game so that he could kill it. Another alien followed and then another and it had soon turned into a horde of screeching zombie aliens. Overrun, Isaac collapse deader than dead. “Fuck, Isaac, I can’t take you anywhere.”
"Thanks," Shaun said, tossing a quick smile his way as he typed Simon's username into the search bar, then brought up his profile. He grinned a little to himself as Jensen made fun of Isaac, clicked on one of the videos, pausing it immediately to let it buffer. "Jensen, did you want to watch?" he asked, glancing over at him, then, shit, realizing he hadn't asked yet. "Is it cool if he watches?" he added, addressing Simon this time.
"Sure," Simon agreed with a small, awkward smile. It was on YouTube, after all; it was meant for people to watch. Not usually with him in the room, though, especially not when they were YouTube stars themselves.
“Um,” Jensen said, glancing from his laptop to Shaun and Simon, “sure. Isaac is only disappointing me anyway.” He x-ed out of his game and then logged off his laptop, closing the top. Pushing off the floor, he rolled his computer chair across the room, turning it as it slowed so that when he came to a stop he was facing the other boys. “Thanks. I’ve been meaning to see if I could find your stuff online actually.”
"Cool," Shaun said, clicking play and settling back in his seat to watch. Music started and a montage of clips that were actually...really good. He hadn't really known what to expect, and the term 'candid' had made him think of something a little more telephoto lens from the bushes. Sure, the thought of him getting the footage without people knowing was a little on the creepy side, though not as bad as it could be. He chewed at his lip as he watched, brow furrowed just a little as he watched.
Simon pressed his hands together in between his thighs, watching the montage nervously and forcing himself not to look at either Shaun or Jensen's face as they watched. They would tell him soon enough, if they hated it.
Jensen rested his arm along the back of Shaun’s chair and leaned forward to watch the video. It was…not what he expected. Yeah, there was a lot of candid stuff which, yeah, was invasion of privacy-y, but none of it was, well, stalkerish. No peeping tom shit, no creeper in the brushes with a camera. Mostly it was just people doing everyday things and in a number of instances it seemed like the people were aware they were being filmed. They were talking at the camera, or rolling their eyes and smiling. There was also a lot of Nathan. Like, a lot of Nathan. He honestly didn’t see what Simon saw in the guy.
“I don’t know much about filming, but this is pretty cool,” Jensen said, smiling over at Simon. “I like that,” he paused, then leaned in more and gestured at the screen. “I like that you capture stuff about people you might not otherwise. You put a lens in front of someone and suddenly they’re acting, you know? People are different when they know they’re being watched. All smiles, saying cheese, pretending. This is… I dunno, it’s kinda honest.”
"That's a good word for it," Shaun agreed, and he was suddenly very glad that he'd told Simon he hadn't wanted to be filmed. He knew exactly what it could have found, and the thought made him uncomfortable. "It is, and it's interesting to see people like that. Even the people who know they're being filmed, it's still different than it were set up, if you know what I mean. Everyone's more relaxed." He bit at his fingernail for a few seconds while he thought. "The quick video jumps are good, too, especially for something like this. It keeps it interesting, and keeps it from getting uncomfortable." He glanced away from the screen and over to Simon. "How long have you been doing this?"
Either they didn't hate it, or they were too nice to say it. Even though they had both been very nice so far, Simon wanted to think that they would tell him if they did. They sounded as if they understood part of the appeal, at least. "I only started editing things together two years ago. I've been filming..." Since he got his first phone with a camera? "Since the beginning of high school. Um, junior high school," he remembered to add, since this wasn't England.
“That’s awesome, dude!” Jensen said, impressed. It seemed like an awful lot of skill developed in a such a short amount of time. “I don’t think there’s anything I’ve stuck with for that long.” Folding his arms across his chest, he sat back in his chair and then gestured at the screen again. “What do you film all this with?”
"For the old footage," the one on YouTube, "I had a good camera on my phone, back home," Simon explained. "Now I mostly use the school's camcorder. I don't think anybody else ever uses it."
"That is really good quality for a phone," he said, arranging the videos by date and looking at the screen shots of the older ones. "That's longer than I've been filming. I started doing the stuff I do around then, but only decided to film my dumb-assery in the eighth grade." He ran a hand through his hand and arranged the videos by date, looking for the oldest ones. "If you need any help figuring out the camcorder, I might be able to help."
They ran through a few more videos before Shaun started skipping around, and his face lit up with interest when the subject taped was flipping off a high brick wall. "Hey, is that parkour?" he asked, gesturing to the screen, then grinning when the guy landed and kept running. "Awesome, I was learning how to do this before I moved."
"You were?" Simon asked with raised eyebrows, clearly looking and sounding impressed. "I - I've been wanting to." Just the thought of admitting that he wanted to become a superhero had his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, so he didn't elaborate.
Jensen nodded, seconding--or thirding, he supposed--the sentiment. Even before the superhero applications, parkour had been something he’d thought was cool and had wanted to learn. “Ditto. I almost took a class once actually. Just to try it.” He had been considering it for a birthday gift to himself, but it had ended up being more than he could afford. “Thinking I might look into it again. It could be useful.” His eyes followed the man on the screen as he vaulted over a railing and then pushed off a wall to flip down to the ground. “How cool is it that this has been around since, like, 1902? It originated from military obstacle-course training, became its whole own thing, and now it’s gone right back to the military who has integrated it into their training.”
"Really?" he said, sounding surprised, both at Jensen's fact and the fact that both of the other two boys were interested in it too. He wasn't used to knowing people who were interested in doing those things with him, granted his social group back home was pretty much limited to George and Buffy. "There's stuff we can work on without lessons. The Danger Gym would be a good place to work out, too." He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, if you guys want to."
"O-of course," Simon blurted out, and then only seemed to realise how eager he'd sounded, despite the stuttering. He immediately tried to course-correct. "I mean. I've been thinking about it. So if you didn't mind..."
“Sure,” Jensen said, masking his surprise behind a grin. This whole people wanting to be around him thing was mind boggling, even if it was just solely for the purpose of training better. “Safety in numbers, right? Three idiots falling on their asses is much better than one idiot falling on his ass. I’ll hack into the system of that place I mentioned, see if they have any training videos we can borrow.”
The corner of Shaun's mouth turned up into a grin. "Borrow?" He gave his roommate a sidelong glance, then leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms against his chest. "Okay, so, it's a plan. We'll need to practice conditioning. The running we've already got covered from training, but we'll need to practice landing and rolling." The thought of the three of them rolling around the Danger Gym made him grin - he was pretty sure they would earn Jensen's idiots label by the end of it. "Upper body strength will be important, too."
Simon nodded agreement. "I've already started building it up." It did not show very much, he didn't think, but he was spending a lot of time in the gym.
Jensen nodded his agreement as well, adding with a bit of a grin, “Sooo, lots of push-ups, pull-ups, and all the fun basics they tortured us with in gym class. Sounds good.” He’d been doing some extra training, but he could probably use more. Unfortunately, becoming superhero fighting fit wasn’t as easy as just a few quick training montages. “I’ll look for the training videos tonight. Poke around Youtube too. See if there’s anything we can use. When do we want to meet?”
Shaun rubbed the back of his neck and pulled up his Google calendar, which kind of made him feel like a douche, but whatever. He was busy, okay? "I can do every day before school, Sundays, and Thursdays and Fridays after four," he said, glancing between the other two boys. "If none of that works, I can try and move stuff around."
Email portion:
Shaun to Simon:
Hey, Simon. Are you busy? Just remembered I said I'd take a look at some of your stuff sometime, and thought you could come by now, if you're free. We can do it another time too, just thought I'd check since I'm not doing anything.
-Shaun
Simon to Shaun, an hour later:
Hi,
Sorry, I've only just seen your e-mail. I'm free if you still are?
- Simon
Shaun to Simon:
Yeah, come on by. We're just hanging out. (Jensen's here too.) Room 117.
- Shaun
Simon to Shaun:
On my way! :)
----
The truth was, Simon knew which room Shaun and Jensen's was before Shaun had told him in the e-mail. Not only did he admire Shaun's YouTube work, but Jensen had also been oddly nice to him, an oddity that seemed to have affected his roommate as well. But even if the two of them didn't stand out to Simon for these reasons, he knew which room all of the boys' were. They all lived in the same hallway, and Simon was so often watching.
He walked back from the computer room and approached Room 117 with some trepidation. He stopped in front of it and patted his hair down nervously, tugged on his shirt collar to make sure it wasn't crooked, then only knocked on the door, hoping his nerves wouldn't get the better of him.
Jensen was elbow-deep in writing a computer program when the knock came at the door. He looked over at it and beckoned with a hand. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and he grinned big at the boy on the other side, “Hey, Simon! Come on in, man.” A quick glance went Shaun’s way before he turned his attention back onto his computer. “So, you and Shaun are editing videos, huh?” His eyes flicked over the laptop’s screen, quickly re-reading the lines of code. Satisfied, he saved his work and x-ed out. He opened up a computer game, something he was more far comfortable with multiple eyes seeing, and glanced over at Simon. “Been getting a lot of footage since you got here?”
Shaun had started to stand from his computer chair, but he just grinned as Jensen opened up the door with his telekinesis. Show off. "Hey Simon," he said, waving and beckoning him to come sit down, patting the chair he'd pulled up next to his. "Oh, is your stuff on a disc or something, or do you need a cord? Because I can unplug something," he asked, gesturing vaguely to the various devices plugged into his usb ports.
"A - a lot of it's back in England," Simon answered Shaun, looking and sounding very sorry for that fact. "I can only show you what I've uploaded on YouTube, and what I've filmed here." Which was entirely unedited for now. "It's on here," he added, pulling a flash card out of the breast pocket of his denim jacket and coming closer, but not yet taking a seat. "There isn't too much yet," he added, finally answering Jensen's question with a small, awkward smile the other boy's way. Between the people who didn't want to be filmed and the people who hadn't answered his journal post, it was often difficult to find the right moments, with the right people.
“I guess a secret school full of superpowered teens living in hiding isn’t exactly the best place to score an over-abundance of footage. Who’d have thought, huh?” said Jensen, shooting a grin over his shoulder at Simon. His gaze returned to his computer screen and he typed and clicked, opening his game file up as he continued talking conversationally. “Can’t really blame them though. Not after Elaine Dupree.” He huffed a chuckle and shook his head. “Taken out by a sniper? Cause that doesn’t stink of a systematic conspiracy or anything.” Especially now that everyone knew about the Facility.
"Right?" Shaun said, glancing over to Jensen. "God, I can't believe I did a whole video about her saying it had to be faked when they first came out. Talk about ironic." He squinted a little then glanced at the other guys. "Did I use that right? Fucking Alanis."
"And that's cool," Shaun added, turning his attention directly on Simon. Christ, he looked uncomfortable. He gave him a smile as he minimized what he was working on and ejected the USB that was charging his iPod. "Whatever you have is fine."
Simon plugged the flash drive in, letting Shaun browse it for himself. It was his computer, after all. He still didn't sit, and was glad to listen to the two boys chatting, and try not to be too awkward. Even if he was three feet from Shaun Mason.
And now Jensen had that song in his head.
“I think I could hate Alanis,” he mused, either not realizing or not caring that the conversation had already possibly moved in another direction.
A necromorph screeched across his computer screen and Jensen scowled at it, muttering something about aliens being such drama queens. He paused the game and reached for his headphones, plugging them in so as not to bother anyone with the noise. He stuck an earbud in one ear. “Irony is a slippery bitch to define, but, yeah, that would be irony alright. The song should be called Murphy’s Law. Not as catchy though.”
Shaun chuckled at Jensen as he opened up the device, then brought up his web browser, going to Youtube. "What's your username?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder to Simon. When he noticed he was still standing, he moved his own chair a little to the side, making room. "You can just push that chair over for more room if you'd rather stand, by the way," he offered.
"Simonbellamy, in one word," Simon answered quietly, and finally came properly closer, tugging the chair back to sit on it after all. "Two l's," he added, because it was a common mistake. He felt so nervous, now that Shaun was about to watch, and probably Jensen as well. But Shaun was a YouTube star.
Jensen was watching. It was mostly out of the corner of his eye in that not sure he was allowed to be watching way, but he was definitely watching. He maneuvered Isaac around the dark, tight-cornered hallways of the USG Ishimura, his plasma cutter drawn and at the ready. More interested in the videos than he was in the game though, it wasn’t long at all before he was looking over at Shaun and Simon. No sooner had he when a necromorph popped out, exploding from a vent on the ship. He made a surprised sound, attention snapping back to the game so that he could kill it. Another alien followed and then another and it had soon turned into a horde of screeching zombie aliens. Overrun, Isaac collapse deader than dead. “Fuck, Isaac, I can’t take you anywhere.”
"Thanks," Shaun said, tossing a quick smile his way as he typed Simon's username into the search bar, then brought up his profile. He grinned a little to himself as Jensen made fun of Isaac, clicked on one of the videos, pausing it immediately to let it buffer. "Jensen, did you want to watch?" he asked, glancing over at him, then, shit, realizing he hadn't asked yet. "Is it cool if he watches?" he added, addressing Simon this time.
"Sure," Simon agreed with a small, awkward smile. It was on YouTube, after all; it was meant for people to watch. Not usually with him in the room, though, especially not when they were YouTube stars themselves.
“Um,” Jensen said, glancing from his laptop to Shaun and Simon, “sure. Isaac is only disappointing me anyway.” He x-ed out of his game and then logged off his laptop, closing the top. Pushing off the floor, he rolled his computer chair across the room, turning it as it slowed so that when he came to a stop he was facing the other boys. “Thanks. I’ve been meaning to see if I could find your stuff online actually.”
"Cool," Shaun said, clicking play and settling back in his seat to watch. Music started and a montage of clips that were actually...really good. He hadn't really known what to expect, and the term 'candid' had made him think of something a little more telephoto lens from the bushes. Sure, the thought of him getting the footage without people knowing was a little on the creepy side, though not as bad as it could be. He chewed at his lip as he watched, brow furrowed just a little as he watched.
Simon pressed his hands together in between his thighs, watching the montage nervously and forcing himself not to look at either Shaun or Jensen's face as they watched. They would tell him soon enough, if they hated it.
Jensen rested his arm along the back of Shaun’s chair and leaned forward to watch the video. It was…not what he expected. Yeah, there was a lot of candid stuff which, yeah, was invasion of privacy-y, but none of it was, well, stalkerish. No peeping tom shit, no creeper in the brushes with a camera. Mostly it was just people doing everyday things and in a number of instances it seemed like the people were aware they were being filmed. They were talking at the camera, or rolling their eyes and smiling. There was also a lot of Nathan. Like, a lot of Nathan. He honestly didn’t see what Simon saw in the guy.
“I don’t know much about filming, but this is pretty cool,” Jensen said, smiling over at Simon. “I like that,” he paused, then leaned in more and gestured at the screen. “I like that you capture stuff about people you might not otherwise. You put a lens in front of someone and suddenly they’re acting, you know? People are different when they know they’re being watched. All smiles, saying cheese, pretending. This is… I dunno, it’s kinda honest.”
"That's a good word for it," Shaun agreed, and he was suddenly very glad that he'd told Simon he hadn't wanted to be filmed. He knew exactly what it could have found, and the thought made him uncomfortable. "It is, and it's interesting to see people like that. Even the people who know they're being filmed, it's still different than it were set up, if you know what I mean. Everyone's more relaxed." He bit at his fingernail for a few seconds while he thought. "The quick video jumps are good, too, especially for something like this. It keeps it interesting, and keeps it from getting uncomfortable." He glanced away from the screen and over to Simon. "How long have you been doing this?"
Either they didn't hate it, or they were too nice to say it. Even though they had both been very nice so far, Simon wanted to think that they would tell him if they did. They sounded as if they understood part of the appeal, at least. "I only started editing things together two years ago. I've been filming..." Since he got his first phone with a camera? "Since the beginning of high school. Um, junior high school," he remembered to add, since this wasn't England.
“That’s awesome, dude!” Jensen said, impressed. It seemed like an awful lot of skill developed in a such a short amount of time. “I don’t think there’s anything I’ve stuck with for that long.” Folding his arms across his chest, he sat back in his chair and then gestured at the screen again. “What do you film all this with?”
"For the old footage," the one on YouTube, "I had a good camera on my phone, back home," Simon explained. "Now I mostly use the school's camcorder. I don't think anybody else ever uses it."
"That is really good quality for a phone," he said, arranging the videos by date and looking at the screen shots of the older ones. "That's longer than I've been filming. I started doing the stuff I do around then, but only decided to film my dumb-assery in the eighth grade." He ran a hand through his hand and arranged the videos by date, looking for the oldest ones. "If you need any help figuring out the camcorder, I might be able to help."
They ran through a few more videos before Shaun started skipping around, and his face lit up with interest when the subject taped was flipping off a high brick wall. "Hey, is that parkour?" he asked, gesturing to the screen, then grinning when the guy landed and kept running. "Awesome, I was learning how to do this before I moved."
"You were?" Simon asked with raised eyebrows, clearly looking and sounding impressed. "I - I've been wanting to." Just the thought of admitting that he wanted to become a superhero had his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, so he didn't elaborate.
Jensen nodded, seconding--or thirding, he supposed--the sentiment. Even before the superhero applications, parkour had been something he’d thought was cool and had wanted to learn. “Ditto. I almost took a class once actually. Just to try it.” He had been considering it for a birthday gift to himself, but it had ended up being more than he could afford. “Thinking I might look into it again. It could be useful.” His eyes followed the man on the screen as he vaulted over a railing and then pushed off a wall to flip down to the ground. “How cool is it that this has been around since, like, 1902? It originated from military obstacle-course training, became its whole own thing, and now it’s gone right back to the military who has integrated it into their training.”
"Really?" he said, sounding surprised, both at Jensen's fact and the fact that both of the other two boys were interested in it too. He wasn't used to knowing people who were interested in doing those things with him, granted his social group back home was pretty much limited to George and Buffy. "There's stuff we can work on without lessons. The Danger Gym would be a good place to work out, too." He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, if you guys want to."
"O-of course," Simon blurted out, and then only seemed to realise how eager he'd sounded, despite the stuttering. He immediately tried to course-correct. "I mean. I've been thinking about it. So if you didn't mind..."
“Sure,” Jensen said, masking his surprise behind a grin. This whole people wanting to be around him thing was mind boggling, even if it was just solely for the purpose of training better. “Safety in numbers, right? Three idiots falling on their asses is much better than one idiot falling on his ass. I’ll hack into the system of that place I mentioned, see if they have any training videos we can borrow.”
The corner of Shaun's mouth turned up into a grin. "Borrow?" He gave his roommate a sidelong glance, then leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms against his chest. "Okay, so, it's a plan. We'll need to practice conditioning. The running we've already got covered from training, but we'll need to practice landing and rolling." The thought of the three of them rolling around the Danger Gym made him grin - he was pretty sure they would earn Jensen's idiots label by the end of it. "Upper body strength will be important, too."
Simon nodded agreement. "I've already started building it up." It did not show very much, he didn't think, but he was spending a lot of time in the gym.
Jensen nodded his agreement as well, adding with a bit of a grin, “Sooo, lots of push-ups, pull-ups, and all the fun basics they tortured us with in gym class. Sounds good.” He’d been doing some extra training, but he could probably use more. Unfortunately, becoming superhero fighting fit wasn’t as easy as just a few quick training montages. “I’ll look for the training videos tonight. Poke around Youtube too. See if there’s anything we can use. When do we want to meet?”
Shaun rubbed the back of his neck and pulled up his Google calendar, which kind of made him feel like a douche, but whatever. He was busy, okay? "I can do every day before school, Sundays, and Thursdays and Fridays after four," he said, glancing between the other two boys. "If none of that works, I can try and move stuff around."
