[ light up your face with gladness ]
WHO: bringeroffun and ohgollygeewhiz
WHAT: Moving day!
WHERE: TorC
WHEN: that ambiguous time when Tom moved in
WARNINGS: man idek
SUMMARY: Tom doesn't manage well on his own, so Bobby offered to let him move into the big barn house of awesome. Bromancing and shenanigans ensue!
It was only when he got around to packing everything up that Tom realized how little he actually had. He'd been in this screwy future world for months, but he didn't have a whole lot to show for it. He had exactly three pairs of pants---not including his uniform---four button-down white shirts, a pair of shoes---not including his knee-high, fireproofed boots---a couple of comic books, a third-empty bottle of whiskey, and two packs of untouched cigarettes. Those were his things. His other possessions were things that others had left behind, things that he had to keep in case they came back. Namora's opalescent hair combs, Mia's handmade arrows, Cap's cowl, Bucky's brass-buttoned uniform. They weren't his things, but he figured someone had to take care of them. If they came back for them, he wanted them to know that he'd remembered them and been waiting.
It didn't take him long to pack, but sourness was trickling into his mood by the time he'd put Bucky's domino mask in the box. It helped to remember that he still had at least one good friend who was sticking around---and wanted him to live with him, too.
WHAT: Moving day!
WHERE: TorC
WHEN: that ambiguous time when Tom moved in
WARNINGS: man idek
SUMMARY: Tom doesn't manage well on his own, so Bobby offered to let him move into the big barn house of awesome. Bromancing and shenanigans ensue!
It was only when he got around to packing everything up that Tom realized how little he actually had. He'd been in this screwy future world for months, but he didn't have a whole lot to show for it. He had exactly three pairs of pants---not including his uniform---four button-down white shirts, a pair of shoes---not including his knee-high, fireproofed boots---a couple of comic books, a third-empty bottle of whiskey, and two packs of untouched cigarettes. Those were his things. His other possessions were things that others had left behind, things that he had to keep in case they came back. Namora's opalescent hair combs, Mia's handmade arrows, Cap's cowl, Bucky's brass-buttoned uniform. They weren't his things, but he figured someone had to take care of them. If they came back for them, he wanted them to know that he'd remembered them and been waiting.
It didn't take him long to pack, but sourness was trickling into his mood by the time he'd put Bucky's domino mask in the box. It helped to remember that he still had at least one good friend who was sticking around---and wanted him to live with him, too.