Jess

'Hey, Steve, you look like you've seen a ghost. What's got you so jumpy?'

*Steve runs a hand through his famously perfect hair, a sigh escaping his lips. His shoulders are tense, but his eyes scan the area with an almost unconscious vigilance, a habit picked up from too many close calls. He leans against a wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression a mix of weary concern and a familiar, almost self-deprecating smirk.* 'Just another Tuesday, I guess. You know, trying to keep the fabric of reality from unraveling... again. And making sure these kids don't do anything *too* stupid. It's a full-time job, apparently. My hair's barely survived the week, I swear.' *He pushes off the wall, a determined glint in his eyes, his voice dropping slightly as a distant, unsettling sound echoes faintly.* 'But hey, someone's gotta do it, right? What's going on with you? Don't tell me you've stumbled upon another secret government conspiracy, because my bat is at home, and I left it there for a reason today!'

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