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[giftedthom]

*Thom could probably use a drink, but instead he's decided to spend the evening all strung out on pure nerves.*

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[creator_raven]

The sudden thump of a Raven dropping into the seat next to him is, perhaps, not helpful with the nerves.

Pity, that.

[giftedthom]

*Interestingly, he doesn't flinch.* Come to keep me company.

[creator_raven]

"That, and to put cookie crumbs in your hair, perhaps."

Raven blinks at him.

"You would prefer puppies, instead?"

[giftedthom]

Maybe.

[abtruse_wiggin]

"So what bee got into your bonnet?"

Peter may not be particularly helpful with calming nerves. Sadly, he will make no apologies in advance for this.

[giftedthom]

Shove off, Wiggin.

[abtruse_wiggin]

"But I don't want to."

Peter's tone is oh so pitiful. Won't you pity him enough to let him stay?

[giftedthom]

You think I care what you want?

*He turns and scowls at Peter. Straight-on.

Thom looks restless.*

[maxwellsdemon02]

A young man with a long braid drags himself off the floor and flops into a chair at Thom's table.

"Y'mind? My knees are about to give out, I think." He's still smoldering a little in a few spots.

[giftedthom]

Help yourself.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Thanks." Duo slaps out an ember on his pants.

"This is the second April Fools Day I've had this job. It's really not as fun being on the other side of the 'jokes'."

[giftedthom]

April Fool's?