Basilisk Campfire; Wednesday Evening.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

So Chad'd spent the day painting the walls of Empire red...and pink and yellow and rainbow, playing with Melody's pussycats, and then doing the cheerleading thing. This explained why, as Chad settled around the cabin's campfire with his guitar, he was playing the manliness metal and rock he could manage on just a bass.

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

That one took a while for Chad to wrap his mind around. He did a little more nuzzling in the meantime, until he sorted through it. "So, like...It would be if the Chad Nova knows died, but he died, and since he's not me, I'm not dead, and it wouldn't be weird if I was teaching Nova arts and crafts, because I'm not the same me."

It actually made sense to him. Really.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

At least that sentence made sense to someone.

"Uh, exactly. And, I mean, he's Captain America! How cool is it that he asked me to help!"

Teddy needed to learn that fanboyish bouncing while cuddling Chad was a bad thing.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad shifted a little. Yes. Very bad. In a good sort of way.

Well, Chad would just have to hold Teddy in a little closer, then, to keep the bouncing down, right?

"Very cool?" he guessed, because he didn't really know for sure. But it certainly seemed to be suggesting that answer.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

"Very cool," Teddy confirmed.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," Chad said, and glomped Teddy a bit, because very cool things called for massive cuddling.