[b]November 4th, 2019
6:30 AM, ET
Burnley, Gotham[/b]

[@The Whacko]

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Barenziah huh? And the vampires… maybe he should wrangle something else out of Pads, maybe something Elder and stake-like? Maybe a cold iron grip… but damn, wands were [i]so[/i] Harry Potter, he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually be able to wield one without descending into a geekgasm.

Despite his words, Tommy didn’t believe his father actually knew anything about Anna looking at anyone any kind of way. It was a proven science, studied by teenagers everywhere, that parents didn’t actually know anything about their kid’s love lives. Or he hoped that was the case anyway, if Anna really did like him like that… nah, no way.

Somehow his dad seemed to know about his weird dream, but again he wasn’t sure how much stock he was going to put in the man’s knowledge when it wasn’t even his dream. “I dunno, probably just the runes,” he offered, dismissive. It wasn’t a big deal, and he was decidedly not wishing his mom was here thank you very much, she was dead and that was how it was, otherwise you end up with things like zombie moms or possessed dolls. No thank you. “I’m good dad,” he said, giving him a more earnest look and an unconcerned smile, “really.”

He snatched up his phone again, typing out a few quick responses one handed so he didn’t get food grease on the screen. “So, when's the next time I get to go out with you? I got a [url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/a13565f433a3888b9fbde1840dbfad5d/tumblr_my8smvPDxz1rxo83mo1_1280.png]new suit[/url] and everything, it’ll be great!” Said suit was a bit trenchcoat-y, which he wouldn’t admit was inspired by his dad’s own, but it also had some of the more glowy cartoon hero vibe, except darker and less flashy. It was painstakingly bartered for, the price of which he wouldn’t divulge under pain of death, but well worth it.