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[giftedthom]

*Thom enters the bar wearing a bathrobe. This makes perfect sense. After all, did the prophet Brutha not eschew logic while wandering in the desert?*

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[toddbaby]

Todd's sitting at the bar now. He looks over at Thom and raises an eyebrow.

"Hey. Milo."

[giftedthom]

Cousin! How good to see you.

[toddbaby]

"Milo," Todd says silkily, smiling his beautiful smile.

"Why the fuck are you wearing a bathrobe?"

[giftedthom]

My clothes are in the wash.

[toddbaby]

Todd folds his arms, smirking now. "What - even the ones I gave you?"

[giftedthom]

*glibly* Sure.

[toddbaby]

Todd grins again, not-so-nicely. His hand starts to snake out towards the tie of the bathrobe.

"Wearing anything under there...?"

[neosso_irrado]

[catches sight of the hand, and quite calmly throws a stick of charcoal at Todd's hadn]

Please refrain from disrobing the boy in public.

[toddbaby]

The charcoal makes a smudge on Todd's hand, but he doesn't remove it. He turns and looks at Sario, unimpressed.

"Why - are you afraid of the possibilities, too?"

[neosso_irrado]

Afraid? [he raises an eyebrow] It is not my business if he has anything on underneath, I was merely talking from the perspective of common decency. [his tone is mild, and faintly chiding.]

[toddbaby]

Todd snorts. "In this place? Decency's about as common as root beer enemas."

[neosso_irrado]

Then you should cultivate it even more to stand from the sordid crowd. [for someone who only looks to be about twenty-six, he was talking like a middle-aged courtier.]

[toddbaby]

Todd seems suitably amused. "That's terrific advice, Sorry-O. I'll have to keep it in mind."

[neosso_irrado]

I'd imagine it would be hard for you to implement, but I shall hope for the best. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going.

[toddbaby]

"Sure, Sorry-O. Whatever you say, man." Todd grins cheekily at him, raising a hand. "Later."

[giftedthom]

*steps smoothly and very very quickly away* Perhaps.