[IC] Appointments Post

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[....

Billy sets the smoothie down on the desk and leans over, elbows on his knees, and rubs at his face with both hands, just quietly letting that sink in.

Dr. Doom. Of course it was Dr. Doom. And... the Malnosso got that power, somehow. And he...

...shit...]

Okay. Okay. Okay. So... so what they did to me...

["It wasn't really her fault."

"It wasn't really her fault."]

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[ Yeah. ]

I figured you should know. { A-anyway. ]

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[....

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Yeah, no, fuck it. He hadn't promised.

Billy slides off the desk, turns around, and throws his arms around Tommy, holding tightly. He really, really needs to hug you for that.]

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We had a deal! [ UGH. Ugh.

He wraps an arm tentatively around the other teen, just for a second. Maybe longer than a second, maybe thirty.

... okay, maybe a little longer. ] Don't you start crying too, I just did my laundry.

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I don't... make promises I can't keep.

[It's hard not to cry, to be honest. He doesn't particularly want to, either- he'd promised to pack while Teddy took Optimus for a good long walk before they left, and he'd been in a decent mood beforehand. He doesn't want Teddy to come back from that and find him a mess.

He's just... so relieved, though. He is most certainly trembling.]

...thank you... thank you, for telling me...

[He'd known. He'd known there was something there, but to know, and to really know...]

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[ He'll never get used to being appreciated. Or being part of a group. Or...

Well.

Anything involving a family, really. He pats Billy's shoulder awkwardly, looking off to the side. If only it'd been this easy back home, just... a few words, Teddy's love, some stupid brotherly moments. If it had been that easy than maybe...

Nah, better not to think about it. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm amazing... I probably should've mentioned it a little sooner.

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[Billy pulls back before too long- he knows hugs make Tommy uncomfortable, even if he doesn't buy the claims that he doesn't ever want them. He leans back against the desk, scuffing a hand through his hair and looking like his whole world's been flipped upside down.]

No... it's okay. I might not have believed it until I had some time to... work stuff through, I guess.

[dickmoves]

... You know what, that wasn't even the weirdest part about finding mom. I don't know if your geekery can handle this.

[selfhelp]

...What? Then what was?

[He's not sure if he'll regret asking... but with Tommy so unusually forthcoming, he can't help but indulge his curiosity.]

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Dr. Doom was almost our soul-stepdad.

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[......

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....n....o....]

He's what!?

[But- that would mean-

-Wanda-]

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He was almost! We broke up the wedding, don't worry.

[selfhelp]

Why the hell was Wanda marrying Doom?

[Was the kidnapped? Brainwashed? Mind-controlled??]

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Amnesia.

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[...Ugh.]

Of course it was amnesia...

[No wonder she's been missing all this time.]

So she was in Latveria the whole time?

[dickmoves]

Yep. We checked there, but she was probably in Doom's castle.

[selfhelp]

...That is so, so messed up.

[dickmoves]

Yeah. Can you imagine the birthday gifts, though?

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"Happy birthday, children, enjoy unwrapping Reed Richards' head on a silver platter."

[...Well. He probably won't be feeling that charitable towards the guy after getting out of that prison, but...]

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The Thing's actual hands instead of those dumb inflatable fists. [ Tommy makes fists and lightly socks the air. ] Maybe our own country to turn into an ass-backwards evil utopia.

[selfhelp]

The thought of us running our own country is probably scarier than having Dr. Doom as a step-dad.

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Oh god, Dr. Dad.

[HE TAKES IT BACK THAT'S WAY SCARIER]

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Let's agree to never say that again. And if he comes here, we're banning him from getting anywhere near teen mom.

[selfhelp]

Agreed. Agreed one-hundred-percent.

[God, they have a messed up life, for a sentence like that to even be necessary.]

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[ ... ]

Do you think they have a teen Doom.

[selfhelp]

...O-oh god. Maybe? How weird would that be... he'd probably be a witch-in-training, like me and Wanda, too.

[....]

What if they hit it off!?