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[7] jay simps for nya

jay

"He said yes? He really, actually said yes?"

"He did!"

"When are you gonna start making 'em?"

"This afternoon, the materials should arrive in our department at twelve, then after they've been washed and dried I can get to work." Annabella grinned, the pages from her sketch pad full of their brainstormed designs scattered around her.

Garmadon had finally said yes to their ninja gi ideas after a presentation, which he would tell the unbelievers about, that definitely swayed him with the addition of their future missions in mind. Like Annabella had said, the material was coming in and the clothing department would be getting on that as soon as possible with the lead designer showing the way.

Jay's smile broadened as Nya walked into the common area, her raven hair swinging in a ponytail. She was occupied with a small contraption, her fingers moving nimbly to readjust the fiddly parts. He raised a hand to wave at her but was met with an almost hurt expression. Her blue eyes darted from where Annabella sat next to him to Jay himself.

"Nya, we just heard that Garmadon approved the ninja suits!"

"That's great, Jay," she smiled, her face faltering for a second. "Will you and um, Annabella be working on it together?"

"Ah, Nya, you know despite my many talents, sewing and clothes are not one of them. I dabble in poetry—" Jay shut himself up, realising Nya would have heard this spiel before. Instead, a slightly bemused smile crossed her face, and Jay felt like he was sitting on a cloud at the fact that he had made her smile. It was one of those little things he loved about Nya.

"Well, I'm afraid breaktime is over, Walker, we gotta get to the Sim. Later, Bells, oh, and can I pick the colour for my suit?"

"Of course, Raven. I had a wide variety of blue coming in, so don't fret. I've got you." Annabella confirmed with the look that girls made, the one where a few words could mean an entire essay. It could either mean sausage, ham, pepperoni, lamb, or, don't worry, Jay's not my type.

Jay knew he wasn't a lot of girl's types, but it still kinda stung.

And Bells didn't eat meat. A lot of avocado, yes, but no meat.

He also hoped that meant he was Nya's type because Jay Walker still had absolutely no idea whether or not Nya liked him. Did he accidentally call her the nickname he'd kept in his head for years? Maybe, but an excuse could be given that he nearly died to some sort of fire. Nya was just - Nya - to Jay. She was perfect in every way and she'd swooped in to save him like a goddess, and she'd looked like one in the Final Battle.

Ethereal, breathtakingly ethereal.

All the while saving his sorry ass.

o o o

Some people didn't like the Simulator. They didn't like the idea of dealing with such a complex illusionary simulation, but to Jay, it felt like a massive playground. He could do literally anything in there, things Fritz Donnegan worthy. Jay stopped his solo mission in the Sim momentarily. Fritz Donnegan. He hadn't talked to the guy since he'd accepted the internship and everything had gone downhill too quickly to even think about it until now.

He wondered how his childhood hero was going, then continued with his scouting task.

The illusion constructed with SimTech had created a perfect reconstruction of the Palace of Secrets, as far as Jay knew from a jolting camera angle Morro had given them during the assassination of the royals. They'd managed to pinpoint the two identities of the killers shortly after the Final Battle. Morro's voice had matched what they knew from school. The other person they knew was referred to as Tox. They were the elemental of Poison, which explained the deadly gas used.