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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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I just have to put up with it until I go home, though. And... a few months between, apparently.

[And try not to worry and freak out about it.]

[Marvel doesn't click with anything - besides him thinking immediately of Teddy's dad or Carol - but the fact that he knows the Young Avengers...

...wait

Comic books!?]

I'm- I'm- what? There's comic books?

[No, no, no, the Avengers got comic books. The important heroes got comic books. He didn't get comic books okay. This can't be right.]

He might, not that I expect that to stop you.

[A beat, and then-]

He can blow things up by clapping, though.

[Just. Head's up.]

[Dryly:]

Somehow, I'm not sensin' the joy here.

[Poke, poke.]

[Ahaha. He winces, not from the poke but from how right she is.]

When I first contacted him, he said, "hey, you're talking to me." But then he wouldn't explain why he said that.

[It seems so small and inconsequential, but he can't stop thinking about it. Her perpetual state is that of worry, apparently.]

[She turned that over in her mind for a moment, settling her elbows on her knees and leaning down.]

Look at it this way - 'least he was glad you're talkin' to him.

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That's another thing: Tommy and I aren't exactly what I'd call close. The idea of him being glad that I'm talking to him is pretty weird by itself.

[It sounds to Sakura like he's the complete opposite of herself. Maybe making allies...friends in Luceti will be harder than she thought.]

I will remember what you have told me if I meet him. [And to repeat what someone told her when she arrived:] No one would should be without friends.

I've met him. He seems like a little bit of a punk, but no worse than Johnny at that age.

I didn't meet Florian until after he arrived in Luceti. As for Sync... we had met before, but he usually wore a mask to hide his identity. No one was supposed to know about us, after all... and he didn't want me to find out who he was.

[He'd probably get mad at Ion for including him in this conversation at all, but... this was a fellow replica, right? So that made this okay!]

Sync and I don't exactly get along very well...

[Understatement.]

[Storm just chuckles a little bit.]

It's a little difficult, picturing any of the younger mutants in my time at that age. Pietro, in particular - he sounds a little like your brother, actually, from the way you describe him.

Don't worry. I'll be his friend!

[This is going to go well.]

[Rogue thinks on that for a moment as well. And her response is... somewhat hesitant.]

Sometimes it can make a big difference - knowin' that you're family.

[And that, while it may sound like a platitude, just comes from her raw personal experience. Billy has no real way of picking up on that, though, unless he counts the hesitance and Rogue's general abhorrence of platitudes.

And... she really hopes that's the case. Because if it's not, then that can only mean something... bad.]

And that's a bad thing?

Not if you like standing.

[Subtle, subtle but entirely empty threat.]

Oh, those are different types of books, right? I've been trying some different books lately and I try to draw things too! That's really nice.

Ah. Not so much on the humble side of the gene pool?

[ Gives him kind of an odd, knowing look. ]

You don't sound a hundred percent happy about that. [ She nods her head. ] Come on. Why don't we walk while you tell me about your brother? I need to pick up something else to wear. [ With some flatness to her tone as she looks down at her dress. ]

[ ... more or less? ]

... I used to have a twin here, sort of. [ With kind of a nostalgic smile. ] I think I kind of get what you mean. You said his name is Tommy, right?

We just established that, yes. You're new. Relatively speaking. Comic books have kind of been around for awhile.

[Come on, Billy. Thems the facts. Just accept it.]

[...Well that's super.]

Clap-on explosives? Huh. I bet I could engineer that. I'll give him credit for the idea, though. Probably.

"Punk" definitely covers it. He'd probably be proud of it, though.

[...So cheery. This is a match made in heaven.]

Thanks, Grune. That'll definitely be... interesting.

I like flying better.

[Calling you on your bluff, man.]

I bet. Nothing wrong with that I guess. Just a little loud-mouthed.

You sure you're related?

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