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Domey liked the night hours, they agreed with him. That's part of the reason he didn't mind the extra gig. Skulk around at night in a super hero costume and steal energy from strangers? Well, it was almost perfect. They were quieter times now, according to the few other Negas that he knew, which meant he knew very little about all the dangers that could come from being alone and vulnerable.

He'd never had any problems he couldn't handle before, right?

Domey was barely out of highschool and thin, like a piece of taffy stretched too far. Some time between starting high school and finishing it, he'd gone from the shortest male in his class to one of the tallest. It showed in the way he carried no body fat, just a lanky stretch of boy wavering between clumsy and finding his balance. He wasn't quite used to his own height yet. But it made him careless, suddenly looking down at everyone when he used to stare up. Too much confidence, perhaps.

He slipped his ipod out of his pocket and watched the screen as he walked, passing right under Lab's perch. But he paid no attention the energy signal or his surroundings, simply turned on a new song and let his head start bobbing casually to the music blaring through his over-large headphones.

Domeykite startled as soon as he felt the hand on his shoulder, unsettled simply because his music had made it almost impossible to hear anyone approaching. He whirled out of Lab's grip and turned to face him, both fists up, with one clutching his megaphone.

Distantly, he heard a muffled version of Lab's words and slowly, after a few blinks and time to let it sink in, he realized he was staring at an older officer, not a threat.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, visibly relaxing and reaching up to drag his headphones down around his neck. "I've never been very good with authority though, so I kind of just do whatever I feel like doing." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug and let his arms fall back to his side. "Whatever gets the job done, right?"

Nevermind that he would have been totally screwed if Lab were a senshi.

"No, but so what?" He shrugged as he said it, but in the back of his mind he realized that he was making an honest mistake. He really hadn't heard this captain approaching and what if it had been a senshi? Especially one of the not-so-friendly ones?

He casually reached down and slid the volume on his headphones, but even as he did so he was finding his lopsided smile again. "I figure if the Negaverse didn't want me to rock out on patrol then they wouldn't have given me such awesome headphones, right?" He patted them with his free hand, clearly proud of his luck.

Then he faltered again, unsure of what this Captain really wanted. Was he scolding him, giving him advice, or just.. awkwardly standing here wasting his time? He knew he could get in a lot of trouble with the right Captains if he just took it upon himself to be dismissed, so instead he awkwardly rubbed at the butt of his megaphone with his thumb, glancing back behind him as if to study the Captain's approach.

"Why are you just hanging out on rooftops like a creepazoid?"

"Domeykite," he offered with a small jerk of his head, though his expression quickly turned from a lackadaisical smile to a sneer. He even leaned over to spit on the ground, like a bad taste had coated his tongue. "And those space freaks would resort to picking off the weakest links. What a spineless way to fight."

Of course, Domey wasn't mentioning all of his own shady battle tactics.

"Thanks for the heads up," he said finally, reaching up to rub at the back of his head, where his dark hair sprung free on one side of his headphone band. "I get a little distracted sometimes, probably not a good idea on a one-man team." He sighed and dropped his hands in defeat, flinging them a little. The megaphone shook with every movement.

"It's just that these patrols are sometimes so dreadfully boring. Most of those stupid senshi run from fights, or don't even really want to fight at all. They're the worst at this take over thing."

The lieutenant nodded along in agreement to the words Labyrinthite spoke. It was a similar mindset that most of the Negaverse shared and, although he was relatively knew as far as recruits were considered, he hadn't seen anything that told him otherwise. Senshi were holding their planet captive, with sweet smiles and damsel in distress facades.

"Zinkenite has me doing a lot of tech work on most of my shifts, so I'm not really that versed in the tried and true techniques of disposing of them." The fingers around his megaphone flexed, then he let it fade into subspace, forgotten. He didn't need his poor excuse of a weapon if he was standing here with someone else. There were no other auras nearby. "I just come out to do the bare minimum."

Truthfully, being a tech guru sitting alone in an office in negaspace was much more in his comfort zone. Numbers and data energy were things that made sense - cosmic wars had an abundance of unknown variables to consider.

The lanky green-haired lieutenant raised his arms above his head and crossed the, stretching out the spine as he stood there, idle, chatting with a superior officer over things that seemed trivial between them. When had he become so numb to the idea of war and battle training? He couldn't remember a time when he'd shied from it. Society would probably blame video games and the way they desensitized youth - they were probably right, in his case.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," he began, dropping his arms back to his sides.

"You're right. The more efficiently I could do the s**t I don't care as much about, the faster I can get back to sipping monster and plugging in data points." There was a joke in there, somewhere, because it made him smirk - but he didn't elaborate.

"Where's the best place for this teaching?"