[center][h2][color=00aeef]Tommy Sparks[/color][/h2]
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Tommy was holding two brown paper gift bags, bulging with plastic toys and the like from a recent day of work. If he was being honest he really just wanted to go and cash them in, but the wall of flashing bulbs and jostling reporters prevented him from escaping. Given that he was standing alone away from any guardian or authority figure, Tommy was a prime target for the carrion feeders otherwise known as journalists.

[color=8882be]“Hello, boy! What’s your name?”[/color] suddenly a microphone was shoved in his face and a journalist that was pretty enough for television broke his reverie. Putting on his game face Tommy slouched slightly and looked as shoes and shyly looking up at the lady.

[color=00aeef]“U-um, I’m Tommy!”[/color] the chipper tone and a smile that he had practiced to melt hearts was plastered across his face, his bags swinging by his side.

[color=8882be]“And how do you feel about the hero Tumble taking you on?”[/color] the woman kindly smiling in response to Tommy’s show.

[color=00aeef]“Wow, I don’t know what to think. A hero wanting me? I have nooo idea why she’d want me. Everyone else seems just so amazing! How can I possibly compare~?”[/color] Looking towards the doors, Tommy although not hating the spotlight wouldn’t mind being out of it.

[color=8882be]“And what do you have in your bags Tommy?”[/color] looking down the journalist saw the two bags filled with… well, almost garbage. Plastic masks, toy dinosaurs, a firetruck, and other assorted bits of plastic junk all filling the bags to the brim.

[color=00aeef]“Oh, they’re prizes! I better go now; my ear still hurts from being dragged here! I don’t want to get in trouble on my first day~.”[/color] Dodging the question, Tommy with his grin also began dodging the reporters, lightly activating his Quirk to push away from all of them, or more accurately him away from them. Like a fish swimming through a river, Tommy slipped away through the crowd, brushing shoulders with another candidate who’d just finished her interview. Rubbing his cheeks from the smiling, Tommy raised an eyebrow at her

[color=00aeef]“Gotta hate these vultures don’t ya? They’ll pick you to pieces if they think you’re easy prey. Easier to throw them a bone to fight over and then run like hell while they’re occupied. I’m Tommy, nice to meet you. If you don’t mind, I’ll save the handshaking for inside”[/color] the doors to the hero agency less looming in front of him

Interacting with: [@Riegal]