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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.
[....]
Just don't let this get back to him, I'd never hear the end of it.
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Huh
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Are you at least going to behave with Rogue? You do know her powers, right? Relationships are kind of a big deal for her.
[It's about more than protecting his brother from getting hurt at this point- he doesn't want her getting hurt by someone being insensitive about it. And Tommy is like the epitome of frankness.]
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I'm serious!
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[God, and you get all huffy about 'Thomas'. Don't dish out what you can't take, bro.]
It concerns me when you could end up in a coma by pushing it too much, dummy.
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Well, good. Can I have my sketchbook back, then?
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I had no idea you were so fascinated by art. Maybe we should sit down sometime and discuss watercolours.
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I hate to spoil your misconceptions, brother of mine, but not every thought in my head involves naked men.