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[giftedthom]

*Thom walks into the bar. Catchy gimmick-less-ly.*

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[toddbaby]

Todd disapproves of Thom's lack of gimmicks.

He does, however, give him a big grin from across the room, where he's standing up against the infernal Coke machine. He's really quite obsessed.

[giftedthom]

*Maybe Todd could lend Thom a gimmick! What's a gimmick or two between friends?

Thom smiles encouragingly at Todd.

What he is encouraging remains unclear.*

[toddbaby]

The Coke machine is probably Todd's favorite gimmick. He vends a can and suddenly lobs it at Thom, grinning hungrily.

[giftedthom]

*Awww, that's so sweet.

The can stops in mid-air and drops into Thom's waiting hands. He gives it a quizzical look.*

[toddbaby]

Todd smirks, folding his arms and watching. He has nothing better to do at the moment.

[giftedthom]

*Thom shrugs and tosses the can back. Hot pocanno.*

[toddbaby]

Todd catches it. Three strikes, you're out.

And he tosses it back. Hey, this is kinda fun! Unless it hits someone in the head - wherein it becomes twice as much fun.

[giftedthom]

*It's just a matter of time until Thom gets hurt. It will probably be his fault.

But for now he's doing all right.

Back to Todd!*

[toddbaby]

Uh oh. Watch out.

Todd's winding up. Just the way when he's about to pitch a winning ball game.

It's gonna be a curve ball, Milo. Watch the fuck out.

And whoosh. There it goes, a speedy aggressive little can, too. He'll take your eye out that way.

[giftedthom]

*Wide-eyed, Thom ducks, throwing his arms protectively over his head.*

[toddbaby]

And Todd laughs. Loud, hard and seemingly forever. That's the best thing he's seen in a long time. A long, long time. It's been a shitty few weeks, what can I say.

[giftedthom]

*Stands. Narrows eyes.* Real friendly-like, Cousin.

[toddbaby]

Todd wipes tears out of his eyes, catches his breath, and starts to walk over. "Oh, Milo, really. That just made my night. How the hell are you?" He clasps a hand onto Thom's shoulder, hard.

[giftedthom]

*Thom starts to move away, but doesn't. Still, the nervousness is very there. He rolls his eyes.* You're welcome, I'm sure.

[toddbaby]

"I'm sure you're sure," Todd murmurs, taking his hand off Thom's shoulder. "See, this is why I've got to teach you some baseball, Thom. Magic's fine and all, but it can't always save you. 'Specially not from curve balls."

[giftedthom]

*blankly* Baseball.