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[Okay, so. Several things need to be dealt with here, one way or another. First being the fact that he has a facetwin hanging around who is pretty damn hard to explain, though Tommy being more or less okay with the "brother" title helps with that. Second is that he knows the truth about his heritage now, which is, in short, a huge weight off his shoulders. Third is that his strength is mostly back in his arm as long as he doesn't bend or twist it in a way that stresses his brace too much, which admittedly doesn't mean much, but it does mean that he's able to finish the sketches he'd promised to Pepper's art gallery.

Thus, since it's so warm and dry today, he'll be heading out to deliver a set of hefty-sized rolled sheets of drawing paper to Pepper's art gallery, and then to swing by Tony's house to catch up on some work and maybe fill his... sort-of employer in on the recent developments. Mainly the kid with Billy's face who is probably going to hate him for a while. Tommy's not as keen to forgive as some people.

His last stop will be the plaza, armed with a miniature sketchbook, and props himself up against the side of the fountain to draw whatever comes his way. Occasionally he might have to stop and give his hand a frustrated shake, but hey, there's no physiotherapy like a good work-out, right?

At some point while he's out, though, he'll be doing what he told himself he'd get done: a journal entry that is better late than never.]

[Voice, locked from Tommy]

Hey, it's Billy. Just wanted to get it out there that if you see anybody with my face - or hear my voice, I guess - that's Tommy, my... brother. Kind of. It's complicated. He might be a bit tough to deal with sometimes, but he's not a bad guy, so just try to put up with him, if you can. He could use some friends.

[....]

Just don't let this get back to him, I'd never hear the end of it.

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...Yeah, like I said, it's complicated. But for all intents and purposes, the relation is definitely real.

[He knows better than to compare them all aloud, but...]

...I get that. [ of course she gets that. dawn isn't exactly the realest of little sisters, but... ]

Are you twins? [ after all, billy had as good as said that they were identical. ]

Yeah, that's him. Did you meet him?

[Billy glances up from his spot, pencil still pressed to his book. It's been an eventful time at the fountain already, but he wanted to get in at least a few sketches before heading home.]

Oh, hey Rogue. How's it going?

Yeah, apparently. Though he keeps saying he's older. No idea if that's really true.

Not as of yet, no. I only remembered what you've told me of him. You mentioned he was a speedster.

He says he's faster than Pietro, but I don't know if I believe it.

Passin' fair.

[She inclined her head to his spot.]

Mind if I sit for a bit?

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Pietro? Pietro Maximoff?

One and the same.

[He shuffles over to make room for her, gesturing.]

It's a free country. ...Sort of.

[Okay, that was bad.]

[She huffs in amusement.

Yeah, that was terrible.

And takes a seat.]

So - Tommy, huh?

[At least it's straight to the point!]

[All she has to say is his name and it clicks- what he'd said the day he arrived, about her being hot. He gives her a long-suffering look.]

He hit on you, didn't he.

[That's... that's a response alright.]

So that... was you? Are you okay? I just want to thank you for what you did.

That's great news Billy. You must be happy to see him.

I guess I won't have to worry about recognizing him.

[Since he has your face and all. Although Steve has no clue that the newcomer named 'Speed' that he spoke to is Tommy. =\]

[Well, that lays to rest just who 'Speed' was, unless there was another person showed up with a face that she now realized was eerily similar to the one looking at her.

At Billy's long-suffering look, Rogue can't help but confirm it. In the worst possible way and with an almost cheerful tone.]

He asked me out. Said he wanted ta show me a good time.

I spent -- maybe five minutes at home. Maybe. God, that's surreal. A month? [ She tucks her hair behind her ear, then wraps her arms loosely around her middle. ] I just-- this is weird. Even for me. I can't--

[ Finally she just sighs out, heavily, cutting herself off. That line of thought is going nowhere. ]

I guess, um... [ She looks over at him with an awkward smile. ] Hi? ... what did I miss?

[He returns the smile because really, what else can he do? As much as it can suck to be here, he is glad to see her again.]

We, uh. Kind of got invaded for a while, so there was some fighting. Other than that it's been quiet, more or less.

... kind of? [ This face. How do you "kind of" get invaded, Billy. ]

[ WOOSH.

This is your brother, snatching your sketchbook and flipping through it when he passes by. ]

[Billy isn't the only one people-watching in the plaza today. But Abed isn't sketching, no. He's just watching. Observing. That's kind of his thing.

And, oh yeah. Right now? He's staring and you.]

[Stopping by the house, you say? Yep, Tony's there. In the kitchen. Flipping through his journal and jotting down notes on a separate notebook and eating a poptart right out of the box. It doesn't matter that there's real food in this house now. You gotta deal with it.]

Afternoon, Billy Boy. Here for the usual? ['Cause you kind of look like you've got something on your mind. There's a few things he should probably touch base with him on as well.]

[Pepper's in the art gallery when Billy gets there, and she's pleased to say it's actually starting to look like she intended. There are paintings and drawings on the walls, and even a few pieces of pottery on the shelves. There's still plenty of space to be filled, but the space as a whole looks significantly less barren than it did before.

She's in the process of hanging up a painting of an urban scene when the door opens. Peeking around the column, Pepper smiles when she sees who the visitor is--and what he's carrying.]

Hey, Billy. Good morning.

[Wow, Tommy. On your first day, even.]

Congratulations, you've witnessed living proof of the fact that we're strictly aesthetically identical.

[...happy... does he have to be?]

Probably won't be hard. He looks almost exactly like me, but with white hair and green eyes.

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