multiversallogs | I did not expect to see

Who: Billy and Tommy (and maybe Wanda and Remy and Kate later)
What: Coming back from getting some fog and OH IT'S MY TWIN.
Where: Near Wanda's house.
When: When all the missions are said and done *jazz hands*
Warnings: Tommy is a troll.

Billy teleported just short of actually inside Wanda's house - he was still getting his head around the idea of it being his house too, as immediately as that had been made the case, and it would probably take him a little while to start referring to it as such - but the distinctive blue glow of his powers might have been visible through the windows. He really had to work on making more stealthy arrivals, at some point, but for now he was just glad to be done with the more than exciting and perilous enough quest.

Thinking of which... maybe he should try healing himself before he went inside. He was never very good at healing spells, especially for himself, but it might be a good idea to at least try and get rid of the more obvious bite marks so that his mom - so that Wanda didn't freak out. It wasn't as bad as it looked, really. And he should have a little time to try healing up before anyone came outside.

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"I didn't blow anything up." Tommy's face is deadpan... until he cracks up. "No, seriously man, did you really think I could tell you that with a straight face?"

He scoops a pebble up from the ground and makes it go off with a "paf!" just because he can.

"This is what I do! Well that and go fast, but I do that all the time too." He's back at Billy's side in an instant, arm slung over his twin's shoulder companionably. "Don't worry, though, I didn't break anything too important. Mom would've been mad"

Billy has to resist the urge to roll his eyes - actually, no, he doesn't resist it, that totally deserves eye-rolling. Blowing up a pebble, Tommy, really? What did it do wrong?

"Uh huh. It's amazing how that's a better motivator than how much you owe me for fixing the important things you break. I'm keeping a list, you know."

He speaks a little more quietly. "So you believe she's our mom?" Finally? he doesn't add - it's kind of implied. He doesn't know why Tommy has had such a problem accepting it - except in front of Magneto, and really, when Magneto says he's your grandfather, it's hard to argue.

Tommy is so used to the eye-rolling that it just slides right on by him as he leans in to drawl at Billy, using his free hand to gesture around in the air.

"Well yeah. I mean, Mommy frowns versus little bro whining. Obviously one is more important." He smirks. "Her, I listen to. You, I just noogie."

At Billy's question, Tommy shrugs and puts Billy's thoughts into words. "I've believed since Magneto came down and was all word of god about it, yeah. I mean, he's Magneto. If he wants me to call him Grand-Pappy, I'm gonna do it, and gladly."

"I don't whine! I make perfectly reasonable complaints about massive property damage that you expect me to clean up! How is that whining?" That... might qualify as whining, though.

He gives Tommy a skeptical look. "I don't remember him asking to be called Grand-Pappy, that seems like it might be... a little much." But grandfather is just fine... hm. Actually, he might just stick with calling him Magneto, and leave the grandfather-diminutives to Tommy. "It's nice to know it just takes the word of a megalomaniac - who wanted us to invade Latveria - to change your mind."

"See? Whine whine whine, you're doing it right now!" Tommy bops Billy over the head just because he can. As usual, Tommy responds to what he wants to and ignores everything else. "And that was just an example. I'll call him what he wants in the future if we meet him, I guess. How do you say Grampa in Jewish?"

"Ow." Billy makes a face, but it's a very tolerant ow. And just as expected, Tommy is glossing over the part he doesn't care about. "Uh, Zayde -" he pronounces it Zaydeh, "but you're not Jewish. And let's hope we don't meet him again any time soon, things got complicated enough back home."

Tempting fate, Billy.

"Zaaaay-deeee." Tommy rolls the word around in his mouth, testing it out and only getting it sort of wrong. "Hey, if he's Jewish, and he wants me to call him that, I'd better practice now so I don't muck it up. Just in case, y'know?"

It helps that it sounds cool. Thank goodness Magneto isn't Magneta. "Bubbe" isn't nearly as distinctive a phrase.

"And, with our luck? We'll probably be seeing him again sooner than later."

Fate is Tommy's bitch (or is that the other way around?).

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