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A little while later, while things were starting to wind down, you sat down with Hobie on your couch.
<span class="mu-r">“Look, all I'm saying is that after only a year of being a Desperado, you made a fortune, fought giant crocodiles, banished demons…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Almost got <span class="mu-i">eaten</span> by a giant crocodile and an army of demons, you mean.”</span> Prowler corrected.
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, we don't know for sure if those demons would’ve eaten you or not.”</span> you countered, pointing a finger at him.
Hobie nodded.
<span class="mu-g">“Right, right. If we got lucky, they could've dragged us down to hell and tortured us for all eternity. Much better than being torn limb from limb.”</span> he said in a sarcastic tone.
<span class="mu-r">“Right, but we weren't! And with Ember on the team, our adventures are gonna like…100% wackier.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Oh, I don't doubt it. But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather read about it in the Bugle, from the safety of my own home.”</span>
You groaned out loud.
<span class="mu-r">“The Bugle? Seriously? Have you seen the type of shit that rag prints about me?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“You mean like how you're a masked menace to society that robs banks and blows up buildings?”</span>
You rolled your eyes.
<span class="mu-r">“We robbed like…<span class="mu-s">one</span> bank as a team. And I've only blown up one building on purpose. That other time was the Vulture's fault. I was the victim!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Mhmm. I'm sure they'll run with that when they finally get a chance to sit you down for an interview.”</span> Hobie says.
<span class="mu-r">“Maybe I should write my own book. I bet it'd be a bestseller.”</span> you thought aloud.
Hobie chuckled at that.
<span class="mu-g">“Save that for when they finally catch your ass and throw you in a cell. You'll have lots of time for writing in prison.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“But then I wouldn't be able to write after lights out. And I do some of my most introspective thinking at night.”</span> you replied.
<span class="mu-g">“What are you even worried about? Don't you glow in the dark now?”</span> he asked.
<span class="mu-r">“And I think I might be a bit radioactive now too…”</span> you muttered.
Hobie stared at you in silence for a moment.
<span class="mu-r">“I'm probably not, though. It was just a <span class="mu-i">teensy</span> little concern that Gloria had during the procedure.”</span> you said quickly. <span class="mu-r">“You see, this is the kind of introspective thinking that I was talking about before. If they lock me up, my circadian rhythm is gonna get all fucked up, and I'll forget how the sun looks.”</span>
Ever so slightly, Prowler slid closer to the other end of the couch, away from you.
<span class="mu-g">“Yet another reason for me to get out of here.”</span> he said with a chuckle. <span class="mu-g">“And I doubt you'd be left to rot in prison. You know too many people. You'd probably be better off if you leveraged your connections to become an informant. It's safer than fighting demons and giant crocodiles.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“But it's not nearly as fun.”</span> you pointed out.
Hobie shook his head.
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