Eric Myers

"I'm not just any Ranger. Not by a long shot." //New to nothing. //Shipping with chem possible. //Semi-detailed and literate. //Writer tag: #X

"You just haven't found the right person yet."

"Seem to like what older?"

Why?

He's wondering if he'llsee @DEVILG1RL9 again.

He flashes his Quantum Morpher at her as he takes the coffee from her. "Eric Myers. Silver Guardian and the Quantum Ranger. Tommy must have told you and Wes and I."

He didn't recognize her at first, but then he remembered. "Sure thing, Kat. I could use one." He wasn't a friendly guy, but he wasn't a jerk anymore.

"Hey, Fiona. I just wanted to go through the results of your combat training real quick." He didn't know she was changing, so he just walked right in.

Most would consider that a good thing.

We just keep on coming, don't we?

To each their own, but my Quantum Defender's saved my ass on more than one occasion.

Hey, now. You just ain't using the right kind.

Hes waiting on @CRIMSONEULOGIA so they can go on their date.

//Close enough, my friend.

Okay, pal. Just find a way to de-morph first.

Yeah, but maybe it's messing with your head.

That helmet of yours must be on too tight.

It was supposed to be sarcastic.

Take it however you want, man.

You know I gotta take a jab at ya every now and then, Wes.