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The woman disappears off into the crowd. 

Peepers makes his way over and glares. “Are you stunned?? Where do you think you are???” he demands. 

Hank looked away as he was being scolded trying his hardest not to roll his eye. He huffed, "I'm sorry."

"So I'm not allowed to dance, eat or talk to new people? What am I allowed to do? Talk to you? Stand in the corner?" Hank crossed his arms and glared right back at Peepers, "This party is kinda lame."

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“It’s because this party’s not /for/ us!“ Peepers hisses at that. “Awesome wouldn’t have any of us within one hundred feet of here if he didn’t get a kick out of watching us be miserable!”

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"I didn't even think he was watching anymore. I thought he would have forgotten after about five seconds," Hank said,sighing before he continued, "Fine, show me to the corner or whatever."

[partymanagerpeepers]

“His attention wouldn’t be on you for long certainly, but you were making quite a spectacle of yourself shortly after getting in here and that woman made quite a scene,” he shrugs. “You’d probably be better off leaving,” He points out.

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The woman disappears off into the crowd. 

Peepers makes his way over and glares. “Are you stunned?? Where do you think you are???” he demands. 

Hank looked away as he was being scolded trying his hardest not to roll his eye. He huffed, "I'm sorry."

"So I'm not allowed to dance, eat or talk to new people? What am I allowed to do? Talk to you? Stand in the corner?" Hank crossed his arms and glared right back at Peepers, "This party is kinda lame."

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“It’s because this party’s not /for/ us!“ Peepers hisses at that. “Awesome wouldn’t have any of us within one hundred feet of here if he didn’t get a kick out of watching us be miserable!”

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(Previous) Peepers appreciates his double’s comfort. “Thanks, but it’s alright, I really don’t have anything worth going back to there.” “Besides, you got me here!” he gestures around them and then gives a dry chuckle. “If you had done that and then left me to suffer the consequences, then I would be rightfully upset over it.”

Phew! If it was this ideally-the-evilest-Peepers he'd be giving his other self an earful for taking away any meaningful shot at revenge!

Commander Peepers smirked. "I know anything looks great compared to your previous circumstances, but you make it sound like you got lifted into paradise."

Then he took a sip of water. "Also ditching you sounds like a waste of a trip."

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Peepers snorts. “No you’re right the first time, anything’s great compared to Awesome’s place,” He shrugs. “Might be recentcy bias from all that but for now I’ll take it,” 

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(Previous) Peepers feels a sharp feeling of dread at that before trying to calm himself, breathing and bridging his fingers. “Right, okay, definitely never going back, good to know.”

Commander Peepers felt guilty, even if his double had no intention of going back anyways. Maybe he should have casually brought up any potential loved ones another time and kept this a secret.

He scooched his chair over so he was sitting next to him, then gently patted his back. Then he took a deep breath before saying, "Sorry about burning your bridges..."

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Peepers appreciates his double’s comfort. “Thanks, but it’s alright, I really don’t have anything worth going back to there.” 

“Besides, you got me here!” he gestures around them and then gives a dry chuckle. “If you had done that and then left me to suffer the consequences, then I would be rightfully upset over it.” 

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(Previous) Peepers looks blankly at his double, taking this in before giving a nod. “Well... that is good then I guess, but yeah that sort of thing was frustratingly common with Awesome.” 

Looks like implying it wouldn't be enough. "So I maaay have reacted when he didn't back down. And that's why, as far as your universe is concerned, you shot your boss."

[partymanagerpeepers]

Peepers feels a sharp feeling of dread at that before trying to calm himself, breathing and bridging his fingers. “Right, okay, definitely never going back, good to know.”

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(Previous) Peepers shakes his head. “Don’t change the subject, but no not in the slightest,”

Commander Peepers let out a relieved sigh. "Good! ...No, I mean, that's rough, but..."

He took a deep breath, then fiddled with his fingers as he explained, "Here's a little thing about me: I can put up with rough treatment, to an extent."

"But then he threw me against the wall, HARD!" He threw his hands out in anger at the memory. "And when I get hurt, my first instinct is to pull out my blaster and defend myself!"

"...That's when I made the rash decision I mentioned."

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Peepers looks blankly at his double, taking this in before giving a nod. “Well... that is good then I guess, but yeah that sort of thing was frustratingly common with Awesome.” 

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(Previous) “When you what?” Peepers prompts, taking a bite of his sub and looking at his double, slightly skeptical, but nothing too harsh.

Commander Peepers roughly shallowed. He'd assumed that his counterpart overheard someone yelling about it, but maybe not.

"Soooo, you don't have anyone back there you'd ever care to visit, do you?" Because if he did... well, he should know would be awaiting him if he tried.

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Peepers shakes his head. “Don’t change the subject, but no not in the slightest,” 

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(Previous) “Glorn does it feel good!” Peepers says. “It was ridiculous back with Awesome!” He shakes his head and opens the container for his sub.

"That idiot had no idea what he was wasting! I shoulda killed him when I-" Commander Peepers cut himself off and averted his eye when he realized he brought up his mistake.

"Nevermind. I'll stop yapping and let you eat." With that, he picked up his taco and took a huge bite.

[partymanagerpeepers]

“When you what?” Peepers prompts, taking a bite of his sub and looking at his double, slightly skeptical, but nothing too harsh. 

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(Previous) Peepers laughs as well, giving his double a high five in return. “I’m sure this could be of use in keeping things in order.”

"Right? They tend to get pretty lax when my back's turned!"

Then Commander Peepers leaned forward and smirked. "So how does it feel to finally get some respect?"

[partymanagerpeepers]

“Glorn does it feel good!” Peepers says. “It was ridiculous back with Awesome!” He shakes his head and opens the container for his sub. 

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“Why would it be? Awesome doesn’t care about people like us being at his club.” Peepers says, folding his arms before tensing as he sees Hank pester one of the guests, quickly moving to try and deescalate the situation. 

The party goer, despite looking nice, was still one of Awesome’s guests. She gave a shriek at the feeling of Hank tugging on her clothes. 

When she shrieked, Hank jumped about a foot in the air and scrambled back.

"Normally when I go to parties and bars, people are pretty nice," Hank looks disappointed, before muttering under his breath, "probably should have listened to the guy that works here."

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The woman disappears off into the crowd.  Peepers makes his way over and glares. “Are you stunned?? Where do you think you are???” he demands. 

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(Previous) Peepers rolls his eye as he puts together what had happened, glancing between his double and the server. “You failed the test.” he says in his most Peepersish voice, hoping to trick her and psyche her out as he takes his sub and walks off.

The server was absolutely dumbfounded. "Wha-" Did... did he find a new way to screw with them? What was going on!?

She remained frozen until a watchdog near the middle of the line yelled, "What's the hold-up!? I'm hungry!" And with that, she worked more frantically than ever before.

Commander Peepers immediately burst into laughter. Once his counterpart approached him he held up his hand for a high-five and exclaimed, "Man that was rich!"

This didn't go unnoticed, and the service watchdog cursed under her breath when she realized that she'd been had.

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Peepers laughs as well, giving his double a high five in return. “I’m sure this could be of use in keeping things in order.” 

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(Previous) Peepers feels frustrated by the food service watchdog’s unprofessionalism but doesn’t say anything, he might mention it to his double. “A turkey sub with lettuce, tomato, and mayo.” he orders.

The food-service watchdog immediately jolted to full-alertness at the sound of his voice. "Ah! Right away sir!"

She rushed to prepare his food and was about to hand it off, when she looked past him and saw the real commander and his distinctive helmet seated at a nearby table. At that, she let out a sigh of relief and returned to her usual demeanor before putting it down.

"Next."

[partymanagerpeepers]

Peepers rolls his eye as he puts together what had happened, glancing between his double and the server. “You failed the test.” he says in his most Peepersish voice, hoping to trick her and psyche her out as he takes his sub and walks off. 

[eyeballcommander]

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(Previous) Peepers nods. “Here’s hoping that certain someone did then!” he comments. Peepers gave his double a thumbs up. “Thanks, and gotcha, see you in a bit.” he says before breaking off and heading over to the sub counter.

Even during the lulls in activity there was a line, although it was moving fairly fast and it didn't take long for him to reach the front.

A bored food-service watchdog looked him over as she asked, "So whatcha want?"

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Peepers feels frustrated by the food service watchdog’s unprofessionalism but doesn’t say anything, he might mention it to his double. “A turkey sub with lettuce, tomato, and mayo.” he orders. 

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(Previous) Peepers thinks about it. “Hm, hard to beat a turkey sub with lettuce and tomato.” He says.

Commander Peepers grinned in agreement. "Especially with mayo and an olive. They usually have that. Or at least, they do as long as someone doesn't forget to order a shipment of fresh vegetables."

They soon reached the food court, which was emptier than normal because it was after the morning shifts started and before any lunch breaks. Precisely why Peepers preferred to stop by around now.

He dug a few Haterzoids out of his pocket and handed them to the former party manager. Then he pointed out the counter with a sub sign above it.

"I'll meet up with you in a bit." As much as Commander Peepers loved subs, he could go for a taco right about now. Right before he walked off he said, "Just look for my helmet once you've got it."

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Peepers nods. “Here’s hoping that certain someone did then!” he comments. Peepers gave his double a thumbs up. “Thanks, and gotcha, see you in a bit.” he says before breaking off and heading over to the sub counter. 

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(Previous) Peepers hadn’t minded it much, sorting through things with his double was tedious, but no more unpleasant than what he usually put up with. “Yep!” He put the helmet on and gave a hum. He would need to find a mirror at some point, but he liked the idea that he fit in for once rather than standing out so garishly as he had among the Fist Fighters.

This time Commander Peepers walked. They were close to the food court and he'd already seen what his other self could do. Besides, he didn't feel like running after that slow, tedious search.

"So what kind of food do you like?" He half-asked so he could tell him what they were likely to have, and half so he could see how similar their tastes were.

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Peepers thinks about it. “Hm, hard to beat a turkey sub with lettuce and tomato.” He says. 

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Peepers gasped and panted with effort, but gave a nod of understanding, searching would give him a good chance to recuperate. 

“Mm, between the two of us I’m sure we’ll manage,” He said, moving to check a different pile and start trying them on. 

It took far longer than he'd like, but Commander Peepers eventually found it... on a rack on the second row up. High enough that he wouldn't be able to reach if it wasn't for the jumping ability he developed precisely from dealing with this bullshit.

He tore a page out of his notepad to use as a makeshift label, then furiously jotted down a reminder to force someone to move them later. And to add a permanent label. Like he told them to months ago.

After that was done, Commander Peepers handed the helmet to his counterpart and put his own back on. "Y'know, I didn't expect this to be such a pain in the ass..."

"So, ready to go?"

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Peepers hadn’t minded it much, sorting through things with his double was tedious, but no more unpleasant than what he usually put up with. “Yep!” He put the helmet on and gave a hum. 

He would need to find a mirror at some point, but he liked the idea that he fit in for once rather than standing out so garishly as he had among the Fist Fighters. 

[eyeballcommander]

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(Previous) Peepers’ eye widens in surprise but he quickly gears to run after him, intent on not giving up, he needed to persevere to get to where he needed to be!

They soon reached the helmet storage room, and Commander Peepers abruptly stopped in front of it before heading in. The racks were densely packed with identical lightning topped helmets.

Most watchdogs could just grab a helmet and keep going. But wanting his own unique look was only half of why Peepers had his own custom helmets.

Fortunately a few watchdogs came close to his size, so they kept a rack of smaller helmets in each storage room. Unfortunately someone forgot to label said rack.

"There should be some helmets that'll fit you here..." Commander Peepers gently put his helmet on the ground in a safe spot before trying on some regular helmets.

"May take a bit to find one though."

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Peepers gasped and panted with effort, but gave a nod of understanding, searching would give him a good chance to recuperate.  “Mm, between the two of us I’m sure we’ll manage,” He said, moving to check a different pile and start trying them on.