(Titan DCAverse) Teek's Interstellar Projects
".....What the hell did Nico do to himself this time?" Teek let out a long, exasperated sigh as they lifted their glasses up and rubbed the space between their eyes.
"Weeeelll...!" Monty started to say right as Nico piped up, his head being the only thing he could really move.
"Monty thought I couldn't backflip off the Fazpad balcony without crying like a little bitch, so I proved him wrong! And as you can see, no dried tear stains! HA!!" Nico boasted confidently before wincing from the pain shooting through his systems.
".....You're both dumbasses." Teek rolled their eyes and scooped Nico up off the floor, prompting Monty to let go of Nico's ankles.
Teek plopped Nico onto their bed before setting down the touchscreen tablet onto their desk. It had a couple of blueprints visible on it, one project having a bright blue color to it and the other an eerie, menacing purple color. Monty, being ever curious, peeked at both of them. To him, they looked like a couple of weird disco balls.
"Hey Teekie? What are these?"
"Hm? Oh, don't worry about it...."
Monty furrowed his brows at his older sibling as they worked on fixing Nico up. Knowing them, it wouldn't take them very long to finish.
"But like....I kinda wanna know now."
"Just some pet projects, Monty. Like I said, don't worry about it!"
".....But they look like weird disco balls-"
"JUST. Stop. Asking. About them."
Monty held up his hands in surrender, backing away from the blueprints. Geez, Teek didn't have to have a cow about it.
About an hour or so later, Nico's finally able to move again. He jumps off of Teek's bed and immediately bolts out the door.
"FREEDOOOOM YEAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!" Nico laughs maniacally as he zips through Gator Golf all the way into the atrium.
Teek lets out a scoff and rolls their eyes again, shoving their toolbox into one of the dressers on the bottom of the bed. Monty lets out a sigh of his own before leaving the bedroom to go after his older twin.
"See you later, I guess...?"
Teek waves dismissively to Monty as he leaves them alone to stew in their thoughts. With Nico and Monty no longer in their way, they could nab up the keys to their motorcycle and get out of the plex for awhile. Sure, security might be up their ass later for leaving, but they could really care less seeing as they were designated as "Gator Golf Tech Support". The place would be fine without them for a few hours.