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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is sulking tonight.

. . .

He'll deny it all.*

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[un_fallen]

*From the next table over, Raguel sees the sulk and raises him a scowl. He shifts his chair to face the other direction and the leg whacks into Thom's*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm happy to see you, too.

[un_fallen]

The thrill is all mine, I'm sure.

*he sighs and leans on one arm resting along the back of the chair*

So. Here we are again. Bad day so far?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Are there good days?

[un_fallen]

*snort* Not lately.

(oh, and misery loooooves company!)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Welcome to my world.

[un_fallen]

Interesting place, I thought. Usurpers and all.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is not in a very good mood. At all. She watches Thom from her spot in a booth, chin resting on drawn up knees. Squinting, she searches for any sign of lingering glitter.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Glitter there is none, young grasshopper.*

[the_lioness]

Psssssssssssst.

Psssssssst. Thom. Hey.

*Thom is pelted with a series of sugar packets and balled up napkins.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom yelps and ducks, covering his head with his arms.* How many guesses do I get?

[the_lioness]

That depends on what you are trying to figure out.

*She smiles brightly for all of two seconds before switching back to a frown. She flicks another sugar pack at him.*

Come here.

[last_adam]

*Nearby, Adam laughs.*

Now, now. You don't need to physically abuse him. Then where would my fun be?

[creator_raven]

Raven is not sulking.

He swings into a seat beside Thom.

"You are fairly glowing with cheer, I think. It is heartening."

Oh Raven, you are such a bastard.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Yes. That's it. Precisely, I think.

[creator_raven]

Raven wrinkles his nose.

"Irony is the silent killer, I think. Or is that sarcasm? I am never certain."

He blinks, innocently.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Nothing is certain but self-promotion and bastards.

[creator_raven]

"It is a pity, perhaps, that I am good at both?"

He would preen, if he had feathers.

"You also, though, perhaps."

He wrinkles his nose.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

'Course not. I'm perfectly harmless.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"Aw," Peter says, as he approachs, "What's with the sour face? Did someone put salt in your cereal?"

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

No, chili pepper.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"You did a very good job of covering it on your breath."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Well, what's a sorcerer good for these days.

Long time no see.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"So you've been reduced to portable breathmint?" Peter smiles at him. "Too long."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Who isn't a variation on portable breathmint?

*Thom gestures for Peter to take a seat.*