The Real Slim Timmy!

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((OOM: Concerning incarceration, and Oops.))

The front door slams open. Oddly, instead of bouncing back and hitting the person who slammed it like it should, it just stays against the wall. Maybe it understands.

In the door itself, there is a figure outlined in blue flames, his black clothes as normal. Even the red tie. Behind sunglasses, a darker blue glow blazes. His hands are clenched as he walks forward, each foot carefully placed. It should be noted that the blazing aura is doin g no damage whatsoever.

But Tim is a little bit ticked off at having been held hostage by figments of his imagination for well over two months.

Come let him know he's been missed, maybe?

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She stares. "...What?"

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Tim looks her straight in the eyes.

"He's ana ccident,a discard, a waste of magic that should never have been. He was never supposed to exist."

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"I knew there was a reason I hated gods." It is said quietly, calmly, the tone at odds with the horror in her eyes.

She doesn't drop her gaze.

"Tell me, are you trying to be monstrous, or is this natural for you?"

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"Natural I think."

He waves offhandedly.

"Oh, I'm not GOING to destroy him. He's a nice guy. Can't do that. BI do have to figure out what to do with him. Can't be two Tims here at one time. Milliways won't allow it."

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"...Can't say I blame it," she says dryly. "The cleaning bills from the ruptured neurons alone would the astronomical."

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"But aty least that way, all the girls who wanted me could have me."

Hard to tell if he's serious or not.

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She. Just. Stares.

And then buries her face in her hands, shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Well, at least you're humble." It's muffled.

And she's not hiding her face to hide the fact that she might be blushing ever so slightly. Because tough assassins from the future do not blush. Ever.

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"I've got proof."

He's smiling at her however.

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More laughter, though it's tapering off. "I think I'm going to ignore my morbid curiousity, just this once."

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"Smart girl."

He winks.

"Would you excuse me? I have some thinking to do."

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"Upon occasion."

She glances up.

"Good night."

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And he si gone, vanished as if he had never been