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bprd_trevorTrevor: Little Me wants a twitter so he can find out who this guy @hart_john sleeping on Ma and Dad's sofa is...
John: Make one? Go ahead and pretend you're the wee one?
Trevor: I -AM- the wee one, just from the future.
John: ...You can time travel?
Trevor: *looks at his boots and says quietly* Ma might have borrowed Dad's wrist strap and accidentally brought me back here.
John: *narrows eyes* Who's your dad?
Trevor: *Wait...why doesn't this guy know who he is? Trevor think he knows who he is.* Um....who's -YOUR- Dad? *lame, Trevor. So lame*
John: *blank look* Come on, kid, don't play with me
Trevor: *eyebrow* I'm not playing. Better question, who are you? *and why are you so handsome?*
John: I asked first.
Trevor: *sighs, he's got him there* Trevor. *holds out his hand.* Your turn, handsome. What's your name? * no harm in a little flattery, right?*
John: *grins* My name is John Hart. Captain. *likes him
Trevor: *That name is familiar...but that grins making him not think about much else.* Captain....I...uh....I know a captain.
John: Oh, yeah? Who?
Trevor: Just my...dad. *crap, what was the alibi again?* Um...RAF. Yeah.
John: ...Jack's your dad?
Trevor: *and now it's starting to click a bit* Wait...you're not - THAT- Captain John Hart, are you?
John: The one and only. *grins*
Trevor: *swallows hard* I was afraid of that.
John: It's all lies, whatever your father's told you about me.
Trevor: *shakes head* Dad didn't say anything. Ma, however....*grimaces*
John: I don't even know her!
Trevor: *sighs* I'm from 15 years in the future, OK? And you and Ma have....history. Not a good one, either.
John: ...Sounds fun. I am still alive, right?
Trevor: *smirks* Use that little toy of yours to find out. *gestures to John's wrist strap*
John: It's hardly a toy, brat.
Trevor: *Does not like being called brat* So...hope to the future and find out if my Ma killed you. *challange!*
John: You're going back with me. *dare!*
Trevor: Sounds like fun; I do it all the time for work. *shrug*
John: Fine. Let's go. You first.
Trevor: *eyeroll* I don't have my stuff with me. I got pulled back here by accident.
John: *HA!* What a shame for you. Stuck here, huh?
Trevor: *sheepish* Dad's working on something important, he's going to take me back later.
John: He can still time-travel?
Trevor: Of course he can, why wouldn't he be able to?
John: No reason. Thought it was broke, is all.
Trevor: He got the numbers again, got it working. Man's brilliant with tech, don't you know?
John: He always was. *grins* What about you? What are you good at?
Trevor: Not sure yet. Just started college, trying to find myself. Experiment, you know?
John: *grins* I can't imagine you've experimented much.
Trevor: Wouldn't you like to find out. *grins back*
John: I would, actually. *winning grin!*
Trevor: Well, get in line. *smirks and nods* We gonna talk all day or are you going to take me to the future like you promised?
John: No, you get yourself out of this one, kid. Your dad can help you. You're so like your dad. *nostalgic!*
Trevor:*laughs* That a good thing or a bad thing, being like Dad?
John: Right now it's a good thing. I like your dad. *try obsessed with*
Trevor: You really....did all that Time Agent stuff with him? *curious, because he won't ask his folks about it*
John: Yes, I did. He's never told you?
Trevor: He doesn't like to talk about it.
John: I see...
Trevor: *pointed look* Would you?
John: Mm, I might. There must be a reason your father hasn't told you, though. *is TRYING to be reasonable. mostly doesn't wanna piss Jack off*
Trevor: He said it was in his past, and he wasn't proud of it. *shrugs* Ma said...not to push him about it
John: He was a good con-man, I don't know why he doesn't like to talk about it. *oops!*
Trevor: *glares* My father was NOT a con-man. A flirt, a brilliant business man, a strong leader but NEVER a con-man. You're lying.
John: *decides what the hell, might as well now* We were both con-men, brat. That's what we did. He was very good, your father. So was I. I still am, but your father decided to be a good boy.
Trevor: Con men hurt people. My father would never do that.
John: You have no idea what he did, little boy. He was a very different man.
Trevor: Aren't we all. *eyebrow* So what do you do as 'cons'. Scam old ladies out of their BINGO money?
John: Oh, I've done so much worse than that. So has Jack.
Trevor: Yeah, Like what?
John: I've killed people, boy. *dark*
John: Make one? Go ahead and pretend you're the wee one?
Trevor: I -AM- the wee one, just from the future.
John: ...You can time travel?
Trevor: *looks at his boots and says quietly* Ma might have borrowed Dad's wrist strap and accidentally brought me back here.
John: *narrows eyes* Who's your dad?
Trevor: *Wait...why doesn't this guy know who he is? Trevor think he knows who he is.* Um....who's -YOUR- Dad? *lame, Trevor. So lame*
John: *blank look* Come on, kid, don't play with me
Trevor: *eyebrow* I'm not playing. Better question, who are you? *and why are you so handsome?*
John: I asked first.
Trevor: *sighs, he's got him there* Trevor. *holds out his hand.* Your turn, handsome. What's your name? * no harm in a little flattery, right?*
John: *grins* My name is John Hart. Captain. *likes him
Trevor: *That name is familiar...but that grins making him not think about much else.* Captain....I...uh....I know a captain.
John: Oh, yeah? Who?
Trevor: Just my...dad. *crap, what was the alibi again?* Um...RAF. Yeah.
John: ...Jack's your dad?
Trevor: *and now it's starting to click a bit* Wait...you're not - THAT- Captain John Hart, are you?
John: The one and only. *grins*
Trevor: *swallows hard* I was afraid of that.
John: It's all lies, whatever your father's told you about me.
Trevor: *shakes head* Dad didn't say anything. Ma, however....*grimaces*
John: I don't even know her!
Trevor: *sighs* I'm from 15 years in the future, OK? And you and Ma have....history. Not a good one, either.
John: ...Sounds fun. I am still alive, right?
Trevor: *smirks* Use that little toy of yours to find out. *gestures to John's wrist strap*
John: It's hardly a toy, brat.
Trevor: *Does not like being called brat* So...hope to the future and find out if my Ma killed you. *challange!*
John: You're going back with me. *dare!*
Trevor: Sounds like fun; I do it all the time for work. *shrug*
John: Fine. Let's go. You first.
Trevor: *eyeroll* I don't have my stuff with me. I got pulled back here by accident.
John: *HA!* What a shame for you. Stuck here, huh?
Trevor: *sheepish* Dad's working on something important, he's going to take me back later.
John: He can still time-travel?
Trevor: Of course he can, why wouldn't he be able to?
John: No reason. Thought it was broke, is all.
Trevor: He got the numbers again, got it working. Man's brilliant with tech, don't you know?
John: He always was. *grins* What about you? What are you good at?
Trevor: Not sure yet. Just started college, trying to find myself. Experiment, you know?
John: *grins* I can't imagine you've experimented much.
Trevor: Wouldn't you like to find out. *grins back*
John: I would, actually. *winning grin!*
Trevor: Well, get in line. *smirks and nods* We gonna talk all day or are you going to take me to the future like you promised?
John: No, you get yourself out of this one, kid. Your dad can help you. You're so like your dad. *nostalgic!*
Trevor:*laughs* That a good thing or a bad thing, being like Dad?
John: Right now it's a good thing. I like your dad. *try obsessed with*
Trevor: You really....did all that Time Agent stuff with him? *curious, because he won't ask his folks about it*
John: Yes, I did. He's never told you?
Trevor: He doesn't like to talk about it.
John: I see...
Trevor: *pointed look* Would you?
John: Mm, I might. There must be a reason your father hasn't told you, though. *is TRYING to be reasonable. mostly doesn't wanna piss Jack off*
Trevor: He said it was in his past, and he wasn't proud of it. *shrugs* Ma said...not to push him about it
John: He was a good con-man, I don't know why he doesn't like to talk about it. *oops!*
Trevor: *glares* My father was NOT a con-man. A flirt, a brilliant business man, a strong leader but NEVER a con-man. You're lying.
John: *decides what the hell, might as well now* We were both con-men, brat. That's what we did. He was very good, your father. So was I. I still am, but your father decided to be a good boy.
Trevor: Con men hurt people. My father would never do that.
John: You have no idea what he did, little boy. He was a very different man.
Trevor: Aren't we all. *eyebrow* So what do you do as 'cons'. Scam old ladies out of their BINGO money?
John: Oh, I've done so much worse than that. So has Jack.
Trevor: Yeah, Like what?
John: I've killed people, boy. *dark*
