"Me either," Billy voiced quietly as he slid off the couch next to Teddy, sniffing his food. "Oh good... not pork." With that, he smiled cheekily and batted his eyelashes toward Teddy. Granted, it took remarkable powers of persuasion to get the other teen (adult?) to part with his food. Fortunately, Billy had learned ways of being that persuasive, especially when it came to his chibi rage monster.
Sitting there, seeing everyone as adults, even if it was artificially induced, made Billy grin in spite of himself. It hadn't been so long ago that he didn't have any of this, but was rather the lonely, insulted boy that didn't have any friends at all. Even during the summer, when the group had been training and working together, he'd never really dared to hope that it would be a long lasting thing. In the back of his mind, Billy had kind of always assumed there was a time limit on this group, that being them going their separate ways for college or jobs. Crimefighting was great, but it didn't pay the bills. But now, seeing them as adults, Billy allowed himself that audacity. That, even if they were not a team in the future, they'd keep in touch... be friends.
Billy cast a glance toward the TV, groaning. "Can't we... just put in a dvd or something? I'm sick of the Mojolympics already."