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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.
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Just don't let this get back to him, I'd never hear the end of it.
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.
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Just don't let this get back to him, I'd never hear the end of it.
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Maybe it's a cultural thing. Maybe staring at people is how he says hello.
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STILL CREEPY.]
Uh, hi. You need something?
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You and I have much in common, Billy Kaplan.
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One difference being I'm not a mind reader.
[Or a stalker. That could be a thing.]
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[Cue more staring.]
Yet. Merely an observer. A spectator, if you will.
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You do know how creepy you sound right now, don't you?
[Juuuust want to confirm that.]
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I read your comic books.
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Oh god his comic books.]
Tell me you wore gloves.
[Wait.]
Did you break into my apartment!?
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Ah. Classic comical misunderstanding. I should have seen that coming. The question is, do I play along with it to get a few more laughs, or give the upcoming explanation now?
[Yes, he says this aloud. And decides to go with the former option. He affects his voice somewhat, so he sounds more like a surly New Yorker of questionable morale.]
I didn't break into your apartment. What do you take me for, some kind of criminal? Sheesh! I don't believe this.
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How is he even supposed to take any of this? He's starting to get this feeling of deja vu, but there's also something very, very wrong with it.]
Okay, so how do you know my name, exactly? And what comics are you talking about?
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Marvel? Young Avengers? I guess it doesn't really make sense for you to know that, though. You're in comic books in my world.
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...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.]
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[Come on, Billy. Thems the facts. Just accept it.]
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[What. Does he even. Say.]
...I don't- I don't think- we're not on the same page here, are we.
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[Jessica wouldn't have told the Bugle that, and if she had, Kate would've found out about it. This really isn't making sense.
Unless.
He's saying.
...Oh god.]
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I think this is usually when people ask a question like, "do you need a minute?", so...do you need a minute? Glass of water? Somewhere to sit?
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Holy crap, he's in comic books. What does that even mean!?]
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Let's just... try to work through this, right? It doesn't mean he's not real, it just means...
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He doesn't know what it means. But it's very weird.]
Okay, uh. First of all: that's weird. Second of all: don't tell me anything. Third of all: are we popular?
[...The question is 100% necessary in his mind, alright.]
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[Abed may not have "followed" the Young Avengers, but he knows his Marvel well enough to remember there are probably some things that Billy wouldn't want to know. Fair enough. He doesn't want spoilers, either. So, fair deal.]
Sure. I mean, you're no X-Men or Fantastic Four, obviously. That's just being silly. But you're popular to a degree of fandom significance.
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[Honestly, it's a relief. The idea of all the stuff he and the rest of the Young Avengers have done being widespread and publicized is... terrifying. And he'll definitely be doubling up on his trips to the library for comics, just in case.
Oh god, how does he tell Teddy? Should he?]
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[Oh, uh. Wow, it's been a while since someone asked so blatantly.]
Well- it's kind of- ...situational. It's not like I broadcast it. Um- here-
[He's not really sure what to do on the fly, but he sets his sketchbook down, cupping his hands together and drawing upon his magic. He doesn't mind showing off to a... fan (holy crap they have fans, sort of)... but it doesn't make this any less awkward. Blue lightning sparks around his fingers, though, because he feels like being nice.]
Like that?
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