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[young_tmriddle]

Tom sits at a table slightly out of the way this evening. He's looking, well, a little pensive.

It's been a long, strange week, what with the Legilimency incident with Deitmar and the duel out back with Sylar.

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There's a moment's silence where his hunger and thirst do valiant battle with his curiosity.

Curiosity wins. "What the hell's a motor car?" No matter what Tom thinks about him, he ain't no wizard. There's so much shit he don't know.

Shit: he could hardly even read.

"And you got a little girl, huh? You keeping good care of her?" Orphans: they talked about that last time. He ain't never gonna be responsible for no damn kids.

He don't know how.

[young_tmriddle]

"Yes, Ingress is Door's little sister, and we take very good care of her, along with another child we took in, Gavroche."

He decides not to go into the motor car explanation as he eats his last dumpling.

"And speaking of them, I ought to be getting back to them. I hope I'll see you soon, Mugen. You cheered me when I needed cheering."

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"Hey. Live to serve and all that shit."

One less person at the table means more dumplings for him and he ain't gonna complain about that. Maybe he'll meet the kids with the funny names sometime and maybe he won't, but it don't matter.

It don't matter the way food matters.

"See you."