[IC] Appointments Post

[selfhelp]

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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.

[dickmoves]

[ DEEP SIGH. ]

You just don't get it.

[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.

[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.]