I don't want somebody to love me... [open]

[cosmetological]

Who: Thomas and YOU!
What: a simple meal as Thomas and Margaery get used to one another
When: Post-exploration trip
Where:Carmichael's Deli, City of Tomorrow
Notes & Warnings: None so far! It's just song lyrics.

What's Thomas doing in the City of Tomorrow?

Looking over possible storefronts to purchase for what he's hoping will become Coiffure Cup's second location. That's why he's his laptop and a few printed out listings that he's checking off, circling, or X'ing out as he does his research on the various locations using some of the demographic information he was able to find.

Because the thing of it is, he really likes this place. Like... really likes it. Especially since he can come here without being unavailable to his brother much. But he doesn't have to deal with his sister's bullshit, or the small amount of bullshit that he actually minds from Harry, and hey, he might even be able to find an utterly out of this world Christmas present for the cranky beansprout.

But the thing of it is, if he's going to spend a decent amount of time here, he needs a local cashflow source and a local location to get his fix. Which means... a salon. And given how well his salon fusion has worked back in Chicago, he sees no problem with making a franchise of it.

Of course, all of the things around him make sense for someone working on this goal except, perhaps, for the black and white california king who's coiled up around his shoulders. Her name happens to be Margaery, you see, and she's something of a souvenir from his time on 'Demon' Island. For the moment, she's resting and soaking in his warmth happily enough, but there may be a few whispers in his ear as she notices a tiny detail or otherwise passes judgement on the various locations that he's looking through.

All in all, a rather relaxing afternoon, all things considered. But do feel free to interrupt...

Comments

[capwolf]

"In that case doubling up might be a little bit pointless, but I'll certainly save you for all awkward questions." He's ignoring Thomas now. Apparently dealing with both at once is going to take some doing.

[cosmetological]

"Got it in one, hotsshot."

Thomas looks sideways at the two of them.

"Are you seriously trashtalking me with my daemon? Both of you. I'm hurt."

He's smiling.

[capwolf]

"I'm not trash-talking you at all. Your Daemon is trash-talking you while I encourage, though." He's still smiling, but starts walking once Thomas is finished paying up. "Have you spent much time in Nightmare?"

[cosmetological]

That actually makes him pause a little near the door.

"Not much, no. I've noticed there's an import around there who seems keen on inviting people in, though. Did you see that video on the CALL Net?"

[capwolf]

"I didn't. I've been trying to avoid getting dragged into heroics." Not very well probably since he'd gotten entangled with Peter and Clark, but he was trying. "Not using much of the network at all. What's going on?"

[cosmetological]

"Some dude who gives me the serious heebies has been posting from there," he admits with a shake of his head as they made their way out the door. "And by serious heebs, I mean, he reminds me of my father. That is never a good thing."

[capwolf]

"Okay, but what's he actually saying?" He should be a little less pedantic maybe. Or actually go look. There was an idea.

[cosmetological]

"That's the problem," he says with a sideways look. "He's not. People like that never do. You just get a knife somewhere soft late some night and they make their desires clear once you're gone."

[capwolf]

"He's using words whether he's saying anything coherent or substantial or not. Does he have a name?"

[cosmetological]

"He goes by 'basileus' on the CALL Network. And most recently, his 'point' had to do with inviting more people to enjoy Nightmares. It's apparently 'underrated' by most of the people here, in his opinion."

[capwolf]

"I'll keep an eye out." Or ear out, either one. Then he shrugs, awkwardly. "I actually like it over there."

[cosmetological]

"Hey, it's as close to hometown as it gets for me too," he says with a spread of his hands, "but I guess that's why I've been checking out some of the other spots."

He glances over at Steve.

"You met any other fuzzies?"

[capwolf]

"I haven't really tried. You and a couple of other people are the only ones here who know I grow fur, and I'm... not sure I'm up to trying to tangle with a wolf." Even as a wolf.

[cosmetological]

"Maybe you can find a pack or something?" he offers, "I mean, the ones I know back home are a pack. And everyone here's been pretty cool about... well, just about everything."

He points up to Margaery.

"No one in the diner batted an eye at her."

[capwolf]

"Weird as this is gonna sound to you." Or anyone who thought about it much, either because they knew how social Steve was or they knew how social wolves were: "I don't find the idea all that appealing right now. Maybe later.

You're right about people being pretty laid back here though."

[cosmetological]

"Doesn't sound weird or not weird," he admits, "but I've always kinda done my own thing."

And now they're walking.

"I've been trying to figure it out. I might ask the front desk lady about that sometime. I'm asking her just about everything else, after all."

[capwolf]

Steve puts his hands in his jacket pockets and tries very hard, and mostly successfully not paying too much attention to Thomas.

"I've seen kids flying around not drawing too much attention. Seems like a better indicator than what a desk person would tell you."

[cosmetological]

"Kids flying around?" he asks with a glance over at Steve, clearly skeptical. "Like... are we talking rocket packs or brooms or just..." he flutters his fingers in the air.

[capwolf]

"Well, he wasn't flapping his arms," Steve drawled, with some amusement. "Just flying. Cool kid. Lots of powers he's still trying to work out. Wants to help people. Reminds me of me, if I hadn't been sick and useless when I was a kid."

[cosmetological]

"So like Superman," he notes with a thoughtful frown. Huh. Neat. Maybe he'll get to meet someone like that. "It's always nice when you hear 'lots of powers' with 'wants to help people.' Gives me all the warm fuzzies."

[capwolf]

"...Maybe?" He doesn't know. Kid's name is Clark. Superman sounds like a descriptor as much as a codename, but Steve's kind of clueless. "And sure. Warm fuzzies. You can't use that term and call me Fuzzy."

[cosmetological]

"I totally can," he points out with a sideways smile before leaning in to point. "You... are warm. Totally works."

[capwolf]

"You're gonna keep pushing that, until someday I walk up and bite you on the ass." Totally casual and friendly, though, complete with smile.

[cosmetological]

The smile on his face is pure wickedness with just a touch of heat.

"Looking forward to it, Fuzzy."

[capwolf]

The wickedness is no problem at all. It really isn't. It's fun. The fact that it comes with heat has Steve staring at Thomas like he's only just now seeing him - not true, but it's drawing attention to things about Thomas - and actually throws Steve for a loop.

He stares pretty hard, sidesteps, blushes and clears his throat in the space of about a heartbeat. "Yeah. Uh. Sorry."