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When: Present Day Where: District X - Bobby’s Place With: Johnny @flamexonxbaby

Bobby was still... Well he was coping. He’s met with his older self and knew the truth now but every time he tried to get it straight in his head (heh) he just met some kind of block and he swore he could hear his dad yelling. God this was hard. He was slumped on the couch, the guy Bobby lived with, who wasn’t his boyfriend. He was apparently dating Kurt. Kurt!? That was a whole other thing to try and get the hang of, Kurt was on his way to becoming a priest in his timeline.

Older Bobby had told him he was sending a friend over for him to meet, Johnny Storm, cool name, no idea who he was though. He sighed loudly and slumped back, jolting up when the door knocked. He got to his feet and opened the door to see a real good looking (and it was okay to think that) blond guy there, “Uhh... I guess you’re Johnny?” he waved a hand, the greeting a little muted, “Hi.”

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When: Present Time Where: Johnny Storm’s Apartment With: @flamexonxbaby

Zach had the good sense to steer clear of the riots going on. He hadn’t wanted to get involved when he had his own crap that he needed to get on top off. Eddie’s deadline was ticking closer everyday and he wasn’t even close to master some of the spells Selene was trying to teach him. Right now though, he had a show he needed to put on and his assistant had a family member hurt during the riots. He’d let her go to check on them (he wasn’t heartless) but that left him short tonight. 

He needed someone quick, people were scared and sad and needed something to cheer them up and damn if he wasn’t going to try and supply that while he could. He didn’t have many options though, and Johnny was perhaps the only person who came to mind. So two hours before curtain-up he was knocking at the door of the guy’s apartment and tapping his foot, not sure what he’d do if he said no.

When the door opened he looked up at the guy and tried to shove down the faint bubbling of nerves, years on stage had helped him get good at that. “Hey. I umm,” he cleared his throat, “I need a favour.”