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Who: Tommy Shepherd, Billy Kaplan and possibly other members of the household after
What: Tommy being an idiot, Billy being a different kind of idiot and then both of them being idiots together.
Where: Their house
When: Let's say Friday afternoon
Warnings: Tommy and Billy's idiocy will eventually involve a lot of blood, although no one will be getting injured (it's magically delicious)
When he'd figured out the problem with the blood supply and crurovores going hungry, Tommy registered two things. One, people were willing to pay for blood. Two, he wanted some emergency money and he had blood. Even better, he was a speedster, so he had more blood than normal, right? With that thought in mind, it didn't take long for him to zip through the city and scout out all the places where he could get money for his 'donations' and to collect a sizable amount of cash.
So Tommy was feeling pretty satisfied when he stepped through the door of the house. Well, at least, he was feeling light on his feet. Or maybe he was just light-headed? Maybe he shouldn't have stopped at that last clinic...
He managed to figure out exactly what was going on when he tried going up the stairs to his room. Halfway up, his vision went white. Instinct pushed him into flopping forward instead of tumbling back down the stairs, but even with the adrenaline rush in him, he realized that finishing the stairs just wasn't going to happen.
"Craaaaap."
Tommy let his head rest on the cool step and closed his eyes, sighing. This was so uncool.
What: Tommy being an idiot, Billy being a different kind of idiot and then both of them being idiots together.
Where: Their house
When: Let's say Friday afternoon
Warnings: Tommy and Billy's idiocy will eventually involve a lot of blood, although no one will be getting injured (it's magical
When he'd figured out the problem with the blood supply and crurovores going hungry, Tommy registered two things. One, people were willing to pay for blood. Two, he wanted some emergency money and he had blood. Even better, he was a speedster, so he had more blood than normal, right? With that thought in mind, it didn't take long for him to zip through the city and scout out all the places where he could get money for his 'donations' and to collect a sizable amount of cash.
So Tommy was feeling pretty satisfied when he stepped through the door of the house. Well, at least, he was feeling light on his feet. Or maybe he was just light-headed? Maybe he shouldn't have stopped at that last clinic...
He managed to figure out exactly what was going on when he tried going up the stairs to his room. Halfway up, his vision went white. Instinct pushed him into flopping forward instead of tumbling back down the stairs, but even with the adrenaline rush in him, he realized that finishing the stairs just wasn't going to happen.
"Craaaaap."
Tommy let his head rest on the cool step and closed his eyes, sighing. This was so uncool.