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[For a second, Tommy is sorely tempted to break out into a refrain of Vader's famous 'noooo!'. But Boone wouldn't get it, and it would just be weird. So he just thinks it instead.]

C'mooooon. [He says with a groan as he pushes his cheeks with his hands.] Really? You're really gonna wear that thing? It's your own friggin' teeth man, that's kinda weird.

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Yeah, it's kinda weird.

[He fiddles with one of the teeth as he speaks, mostly to gross Tommy out.]

Not gonna just throw it away though. I mean, I was gonna throw the teeth away, but now you sat down and made this for me. Might as well wear it, right? Besides, I think it suits me.

[Oh how the tables have turned.]

[keeponstrolling]

[He squints at Boone very suspiciously under his sunglasses. Argh. This is not the first time one of his half-baked, ill-thought out plans have backfired on him.]

Suits you. Yeah. Y'know, just in case you forget your name or somethin'. [Tommy gestures with his hands, twirling them around.] Just flip it round and check. "Nice to meet you, what's your name?" "Hold on, I need to look. Oh, it's Bone." Like one does.

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Hey, I didn't write Bone on it. You did. I'd offer up another tooth so you could fix it, but since they're not falling out anymore that'd be kinda hard.

[He shrugs, letting his hands fall from the necklace.]

Anyway, thanks. Can't say anyone's ever made me a necklace before.

[He walks past Tommy and into the kitchen, busying himself with putting things away to give himself time to fix the smirk on his face. When he turns around again, it's more of an easy smile; something that he doesn't do very often. Even if Tommy's intentions were to gross him out, he does appreciate it anyway.]

Here, I got you some too. You kinda look like you need one.

[He holds out one of the cigarette packets he bought for Tommy.]

[keeponstrolling]

Yeah, yeah. Keep it up and we'll see about that tooth.

[Tommy grumbles, but he still grudgingly reaches over and plucks the cigarette pack from Boone's hands.]

Thanks. [The half-assed frown on his face melts away, too delighted by the purchase to keep it up. He shakes it, hearing the rattle.] I've been runnin' kinda low. An' I don't really like goin' to the store like this anyway. Makes a bit of a fuss.

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[He opens up his own packet, handing Tommy a lighter from his pocket.]

You'd think they'd be used to it by now. Long as you're not hurting anyone, don't see why they'd have a problem with you.

[Sure, he looks horrifying, but looks aren't everything right?]

[keeponstrolling]

Well that's not so much the problem, which is what you'd think. The fuss is that everybody comes up to me an' just gets nosy all the time. What's this like, what's that like. Did it hurt, can you fly, yadda yadda. Worst part is the kids. Kids try to come up and pick up my feathers, and I ain't so good with 'em. Thanks. You mind uh...

[Tommy gestures at the lighter without taking it. Then he wiggles his three fingers demonstratively. He usually just does this over the burner, since lighters are too fiddly now.]

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[He makes a face, before it quickly changes into realisation.]

Oh, whoops. Sorry.

[He's not used to handing lighters to birds with three fingers. He moves over to light the cigarette for him, then lights his own as he moves back and leans against the counter.]

Yeah, guess people get curious. Maybe next time stick a sign on your back. "Yeah I can fly, stop picking up my feathers".