[IC] Appointments Post

[selfhelp]

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CATS ARE BLUE ON MARS

[dickmoves]

I put jam on it.

[ Rocks back. ]

THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S COLD THERE

[selfhelp]

[...Yep. Speedsters. Goddammit.]

Make your own breakfast next time, geez. For someone who can finish any job in seconds, you sure are lazy.

mars is hot akai

[dickmoves]

Waiting for the post to pop is torture. It's no big deal for you.

only in canada is -200 degrees considered hot

[selfhelp]

Literally everyone hates waiting for toast to pop. You are not a special snowflake.

[complicatedliar]

No, there is nothing you could say or do. [He laughs.] Telling someone they are wrong to feel something is like telling the tide it is wrong to ebb.

[Which is why the point is often to use what emotions exist rather than try to change them.]

I wouldn't bother with you again, I should think. I had my fill of being judged centuries ago.

[dickmoves]

[ DEEP SIGH. ]

You just don't get it.

[selfhelp]

Well, there you go. Two good reasons not to argue. But for what it's worth, I'm not really interested in pointing fingers.

[selfhelp]

Maybe I would if you ever bothered to explain it properly.

[dickmoves]

You still probably wouldn't get it. [ THUNKS DOWN ON TWO LEGS. ] Okay. Say you have a jigsaw. How long would it take you to solve a 1000 piece puzzle?

[selfhelp]

[Billy lifts a brow. Wow, he actually gets a real answer for once?]

I don't know, a couple of hours?

[dickmoves]

It'd take me about 2 minutes. That's factoring in needing to flip the pieces around to make sure they all fit. But it would seem like hours.

[complicatedliar]

What are you interested in, then?

[selfhelp]

[....

He's actually never thought of it that way.]

So... you pretty much have the same wait time as everyone else, it just feels like the day is thousands of times longer?

[dickmoves]

Not the whole day. Just waiting for toast to pop. Or work. [ JAZZHANDS.

It's why he hates school. Or. You know, relying on other people for anything. ] Bam. We had a moment. Can I have that other piece?

[selfhelp]

[That was like twelve percent of a moment, god. But Billy glances over at the toaster as it pops up the next pair of slices, then sighs inwardly and grabs one, holding it out in Tommy's direction.]

If you eat half the loaf before lunch you've gotta go get another one.

[dickmoves]

Fine.

[ Slapping some peanut butter on that. Munch munch munch. ]

[selfhelp]

I'll hold you to that.

[Since apparently Tommy is determined to eat 70% of his breakfast, Billy goes ahead and puts another pair of slices in the toaster. The remaining cooked slice, he gives a generous layer of peanut butter, then he gets some chocolate syrup of all things and drip-doodles a little angry face.]

[selfhelp]

The truth, mostly. Equal representation. Justice, in a sense. Everyone's got a right to share their side of a story before they get thrown under a bus for it.

[complicatedliar]

Hah. Justice. [No such thing exists.]

Well, now you have it.

[selfhelp]

[Oh, the arguments they could have about that. Instead Billy just smiles softly and lifts his mug in a salute. He's not sorry he asked.]

[complicatedliar]

[He's a bit relieved Billy doesn't ask for another else. He feels ill, after having told that story again. He hates it. Loki rubs his forehead with one hand, closing his eyes for a moment.]

I think... I ought to try to sleep, for a bit. Until Rogue needs me again.

[selfhelp]

I don't blame you. [Billy finishes his drink and stands up, offering a hand out to Loki. To help him to his feet, to say farewell- whatever Loki's comfortable with.] You look like you need the rest. We can postpone lessons until you guys are more on your feet.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki looks at Billy's hand got a moment as if unsure what to do with it, then takes it and stands. He basically still puts none of his weight on Billy.]

I don't really favor putting things off infinitely. Next week, as usual.

[selfhelp]

[Well, Billy doesn't push for it. He offers up a salute, gives Loki's shoulder a companionable pat, and heads for the door.]

You're the boss. I'll see you later, Loki, and... call if you need anything.

[complicatedliar]

I shall do so.

[No he won't.]