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Bobby is not his usual bright and sunny self when he comes into the bar. In fact, everything about about him fairly screams, "bad mood." His is wearing a scowl and holding a wadded up newspaper in his hand, though it's hardly the newspaper that has him muttering in a dark growl as he heads for the bar.

"Stupid Johnny Storm. Stupid secret identity."

He sits grumpily on a stool as asks for Twinkies and an iced mocha. A large plate of the golden sponge cake treats appears, and he dips one in the mocha before taking a sullen bite.

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[[ooc: Slowtime likely for the afternoon (MST), though I should be around all evening for your tagging pleasture!]]

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"I don't know. I was hoping you'd fill in the blank."

IT'S NOT LIKE HE LIVES ON BOBBY'S WORLD OR ANYTHING AFTER ALL.

"Well, what doesn't the guy have? He's almost as good looking as me, but he's got money, a place of his own whenever he wants it, he doesn't have to hide his identity because everybody loooooooves the Fantastic Four!"

His voice is full of disgust as he mangles the Twinkie in his hand.

"We were totally an awesome team, kicking butt and taking names...then he goes and hits on Zelda. That's just wrong."

"Uh-huh."

STILL NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE, BOBBY.

It doesn't matter, as long as he's agreeing.

"So, I headed back to Xavier's. I don't need a crime fighting partner who's going to steal my girl the first chance he gets. Jerk."

He picks up another Twinkie and freezes it before dipping it in his mocha.

....Whatever.

"Totally not."

"You ever team up with other supers from your world?"

"Not a lot."

"You're not missing much...even my own team gets pissed off at me all the time. Like having the danger room coated in ice doesn't provide a good, challenging work out!"

...

Ahem.

Bobby scowls and sips and eats his Twinkie.

Ooookay.

"Am i supposed to come up with some totally incomprehensible rant now, or are we on silence?"

"Whatever. I'm just having a bad day."

Bart might find his s'more suddenly frozen solid.

And Bobby might find said s'more suddenly tossed at his head.

"And I was with you, Dude, but I got nothing on any of those names."

The s'more bounces off Bobby's head and lands on the bar, and he snatches it up and takes a bite. Mmmmm.

"You never heard of Johnny Storm? Human Torch? Fantastic Four? Cosmic Rays?"

"Not ringing any bells."

"They're some super-famous team who got superpowers when some space flight went wrong, and the got blasted with cosmic rays. Reed Richards is some science nerd genius who's suddenly all stretchy, Sue Storm can turn invisible and make force-fields, Ben Grim turned into some hulk made outta rock, and Johnny's the Human Torch. Everyone loves them cause they got powers in an accident instead of being born with them."

"...Uh-huh."

Whatevs. People are weird.

Says the kid who got his powers from a lightning strike?

"In my world, people freak out over the existence of mutants, and want to get rid of us, because we have powers and what he MIGHT do. These dorks go into space and come back with powers, and everyone loves them."

Shrug.

"People are weird."

"Yeah."

Bobby dips his new found s'more into his mocha and takes another bite.

"What's new with you?"

He shrugs. "You mean aside from the rash of s'more abuse?"

"Yeah, besides that."

Bobby smirks and takes another bite, but nudges the plate of Twinkies toward him.

"Call it equitable trade."

...Okay.

"Deal."

Mm, twinkie.

And then, "Not a whole lot." Which is to say, some stuff he doesn't really want to tell. >>

"Do you ever go home, or do you live here in the bar?"

Bobby would stay longer and more often if he could afford a room.

"It's kinda split between the two."

Given that the room he has in the Bar is actually the most permanent address he's had in a while. Yeah.