truly the start of a glorious relationship of ... some kind

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Who: TOMMY SPEEDSTER MCBUTTFACE & JOHN ASSHOLE PYROBRO
What: a public opinion poll for the Samizdat newspaper
Where: Aspic bazaar
When: mid-morning to afternoon w/e
Notes: jerks (or if you really want your character to give their opinion to John, you can tag in!)
Warnings: jerks

If this is some kind of hazing ritual, John supposes it could be worse. It's only to be expected that the poorly paid new hire is the one who has to make the coffee and fetch lunch and conduct word on the street type surveys. Fine. He can deal with that. Aspic's bazaar is busy as fuck and no one really wants to talk to a scrubby dude with a clipboard, but he's managed to wrangle a few opinions out of people. So far, in a revolutionary turn of events, most everyone is against people dying. He's not exactly a journalist major but he's pretty sure the guys back at Samizdat would prefer reading something a bit less diplomatic. Maybe not something really inflammatory. It's just going to be a bar graph to accompany an article or whatever.

"Hi, I'm with Samizdat, what's your —" That's generally about as far as he gets with most people, who just want to get their shopping done. The rest of it is supposed to be "— opinion on the vampire sitaution?"

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[billycanfix.livejournal.com]

It's okay, John. It's not homo if it's only an indirect kiss. Promise.

"So are you a mutant?" Tommy leans into John's personal space as he asks, grinning wide as if he'd just asked about John's underwear preferences, rather than about his powers.

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John frowns at Tommy and uses the clipboard to try and push Tommy back to a proper distance. It may not have been homo before but it's getting there now. PUUUUSH.

"Yeah." Again, he doesn't sound particularly communicative.

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"Aw c'mon man. I showed you mine." Tommy folds his arms over his chest and doesn't glower as much as he pouts. But if you asked him he'd say that he was totally glowering. Darkly.

"It's only fair if you show me yours."

Huff huff huff.

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"Seriously, could you say that any louder." John doesn't really care, he just feels that needs to be said. "And I'm not doing it here. Nor am I going anywhere private with you. So you'll just have to deal. I have to go see if I still have a job."

With that, he attempts to leave. SERIOUSLY, GAMBIT, WHY DID YOU NOT WARN HIM...

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Tommy sighs and lets John go... for about ten seconds. At that point, he catches up with him, because speed is useful for that sort of thing.

"So you do know that I'm stubborn and fast, right? Because put together that means that you pretty much won't get rid of me until I decide I'm bored."

Which he won't be because John's frustrated faces are the best.