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"Hey Zane?"
“Hmmm?”
“Did you know you’re all glowy inside?”
Zane laughed at the muffled question, carefully rolling little balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking tray exactly two inches apart. “Jay has mentioned it before yes. Why do you ask, is it too bright?”
“No,” came the nonchalant reply, “Actually it’s perfect comic reading light. I was just wondering.”
A smile tugged at Zane’s lips as he felt Lloyd stretch and flop onto his back against the pliable silicone lining of his ‘stomach’. It technically was nothing like the organ it resembled, only being good for storage really, but due to its placement and interior his brothers had all taken to calling it such. Not that he minded; the term was endearing, if not entirely accurate.
“Comic reading? Well in that case, I simply must ask what sort adventure Fritz Donnegan has gone off on now.” He tilted his head, now counting out the balls of dough to make sure he’d rolled out the right amount. It wouldn’t do if he ended up making too few.
Lloyd’s smile practically beamed through his metallic chest plate. “He’s going to a lava planet to fight the evil Volcano Lord!” He all but squealed, kicking his feet excitedly against Zane’s silicone interior. “Which is gonna be hard cause he lost the cannon he got from that water planet back in issue 37 to a galactic space beetle in issue 53, but I KNOW he’ll think of something! He always does!” There was a heavy sigh as Lloyd paused in his rant, shifting onto his side. “When I get bigger, I wanna be just like him.”
Zane chuckled, opening the oven and gently placing the tray in as the preheated air toasted his skin. “You know what Lloyd? I think you’ll be even better.”