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Thomas turned to face Eeyore, bracing his hands on the counter as she spoke. Man he felt so sorry for these kids, who raised 'em? Where did they come from? Did she have anyone else other than herself? It broke his heart & spirit to see of his own, so dang apologetic. "Eeyore hon, never say that, okay? You're a fantastic employee-- best in Evermore and we'd be shit out of luck without you." he began with an encouraging smile. "Second of all if we're bein' honest I don't check the machine much. I don't like the noises it makes.. its all loud and beepy. ---so why dont we forget this, stop blaming ourselves for bein' human and you can come help me pick a new pie flavor. We got samples to test."

"Um, yes, sure," Eeyore nodded slowly, not wanting to kill his mood, but that wasn't why she had approached her boss... though she'd rather talk about the chalkboard than be reprimanded. Was he mad at her? He didn't seem mad at her... "Mr. O'Malley, sir, I wanted to apologize for leaving without clocking out the other day. I am not a good employee."

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Thomas' smug smile was wiped from his face as he looked from Rapunzel to the board in confusion. "What, no! Why are you sayin' that, there's always been two..." he laughed, slipping his mobile from his pocket and typing into google eggs bennedict recipes. "Ah.. je suis désolé, Raps." he began setting his phone on the counter with a tight lipped smile. "Do ya' think anyone else will notice? 'Cause i'm all tapped out of fancy writing for today."

❛ it looks great, tom, ❜ rapunzel praised from the stool she sat in, nursing a decaf cup of coffee as she careened her neck to look at his chalk-work, smiling pridefully at him. then, noticing something on the sign, she laughed sheepishly as she gestured with her chin. ❛ though... i do regret to inform you that you spelt benedict wrong. it only has one n, not two. ❜ 

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@jazzykitten , moonlight casino

Thomas shuffled into the bustling building and checked in his coat the door, he usually preferred the friendly games that went on all night in the comfort of his apartment over the high-risk, competitiveness of an establishment like Moonlight, but hey he'd try anything once. Ignoring the shady figures in the hallway and flirtatious lounge girls, Thomas took a seat at the bar, plucking up the courage to join a table and inevitably lose all his money. He took a sip of his whiskey taking in the sights around him of drunken fools pissing away their money and shook his head. "A crying shame.." he muttered aloud to the person near him. Thomas surveyed the figure and arched a brow, a kid-- what the fuck was a kid doing in a casino? "Hey -- aren't you a little young to be here drinking that?"

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He must be dead right, cause there's no way on this gods forsaken planet that some magical, ethereal force would trap him in a town, in the middle of nowhere to torture him for ten years-- and then to rub salt on the wound drop in Duchess of all people. He had to be dead, this had to be hell... because if it wasnt? How the fuck was he gonna' get her out of here? Thomas' brain was working in overdrive, trying to process whatever the fuck was happening in front of him. By some insane stroke of luck his legs hadn't given up on him yet, but he was so close to sinking to knees and begging Duchess for forgiveness. "Duchess" he breathed, her name caught on his lips as they trembled. "My Duchess."

A dry laugh escaped him as he set down the coffee cup and took a reluctant step forward, just because she had been refined when he knew her, didn't mean she wouldn't swing for him as he rightly deserved it. "You could do both if you need too, but I would just love to hold you in my arms again." He was vaguely aware they were standing in the middle of the diner, and as much as Thomas loved dinner & a show-- he'd much rather be having this moment in private. "I have so much to tell you--so much to explain. Or at least try to." He began with a shaky breath, so far away from the charming confident man, mask he usually wore, so unsure about what would happen if he tried to push his luck. For years he dreamt and thought of what he would say if he ever saw her again, how he would tell her everything he was once too afraid to say. But Duchess could end him here in front of everyone, and wouldn't he deserve it. "I know you must hate me and god knows I don't deserve a second of your time... but please Duchess I beg you, let me explain."

She could hardly believe her eyes. For so long, Duchess had wondered about him. Where he'd gone, if he was okay, why he had left. If he would come back. Though she'd given up on that dream long ago, she couldn't say a part of her hadn't stopped hoping, wishing there was some reasonable explanation for why the second man she'd opened her heart to was also the second man to leave her, and her family, in the dust. He looked... even more handsome than she'd remembered.

Her own hand withdrawing to her chest, she couldn't bring herself to blink in case he vanished into thin air all over again. She had wondered, from time to time, if he would even remember her now, after all of this time. Perhaps he'd left a larger imprint on her life than she had his, perhaps she was nothing more in his mind than some pretty young blonde he'd led on until he grew bored. There were so many nights she wondered if it had all been in her head, if she had been completely delusional. She found herself wondering it in this very moment, then he called her baby, and she felt her heart leap into her throat. After all of this time. "It is me," she stated, her eyes not leaving his, keeping her voice firm despite how shaken up she felt in the moment. "I don't know whether to punch you... or hug you."

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"Whaddya' mean a slant? It's straight... right.." Thomas replied, tilting his head to the left and scanning over the writing on the board. He let out a hearty laugh and placed the chalk back into a tinned can. "What would we do without your keen eye, Pacifica?" He asked with a smile. Thomas was grateful for all his employees, especially the ones who worked as hard as Paz. He felt sorry for the kids having to work in a dead-end town like this one. Thomas wished the day would come where all the youngsters could get out of the place and see the world... but today, they needed to be here. "Hey did ya' get yout lunch sorted with the kitchen Make sure you take your full break today please."

As far as bosses went, not that Pacifica had much experience with them, O'Malley was a pretty good one. He wasn't a hard ass and she tended to have unproblematic shifts which was more than other people could say. Glancing up from the cash register, her eyes landed on the board, nodding slowly. "I - yeah...yeah. Did we mean to like do it at a slight slant? Not that it looks horrible or anything. We could say it was like an artistic choice."

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Thomas O'Malley is a 43 year old human, Jukebox Owner, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers and all of his previous memories. Os*ar Is*ac Thomas is a self proclaimed wanderer, who finds it hard to settle down and stay in one place. He's been trapped in Evermore for 10 years. BIOGRAPHY / VISAGE / MUSIC / MUSINGS / AESTHETICS

A wanderer, a drifter, a guy who came from nothing and had nothing but didn't let it bother him. Thomas was the kind of guy who could stop off anywhere. There was no need to put down roots, just onto the next adventure whenever he felt like it.

A man of many talents, a guy with a whole lotta friends but never a true family until he met Duchess. To say she changed his life would have been an understatement. Duchess not only opened his eyes to what his life was truly missing but she never belittled him or made him feel like he was any less deserving than the next guy. And Thomas who never wanted for anything found himself longing for Duchess, her kindness, her nature even a relationship with her children.

Thomas didn't care for who their father was it didn't matter because the longer he spent with the Bonfamilles the more he ached to become that person for them. They changed his entire world, those crazy kids and exquisite mother. Sadly Thomas never quite got over his fear of being tied down, of what it could mean to lose that sense of adventure until it was too late, and he was separated from them forever.

In the 10 years Thomas has been in evermore he's never forgotten the promises he intended to make to Duchess and her children. He's never fully accepted the grief of losing that chance of happiness. Each day he wakes up and longs to see their faces at the breakfast bar, longs to turn back time and say how he felt before it was too late. So now, he's an advocate for siezing the moment, for wild declarations of love, to ensure everyone else in evermore gets the happy ending he didn't.

HEADCANNONS

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Thomas chuckled as he exited the kitchen, apron tied around his waist, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, a pen sitting behind his ear and a notepad in his back pocket. The music was flowing, the customers kept coming & his cooks were in a good mood for once, hard to complain 'bout that. "Yeah yeah try bein' me for a day pal, and you'll be running right back in there" he called back towards them. Shaking his head he reached for his mug of coffee, sipping as he scanned the diner for anyone in need of assistance.

Thomas turned his head to the voice calling out, soft & feminine .. and shocked? "Of course hon who else woul--- Duchess?!" Thomas fell short of breath, it was like time slowed around him as he took in the sight of his ex partner. The woman he loved, the woman for whom he'd do anything for-- the woman he didn't deserve. Still as breath takingly beautiful as the day they met, her eyes still sparkling with that mischievous glint, perfection nothing had changed in all those years. He instinctively stretched a hand towards her, almost dropping his mug in the movement. It cleared the cobwebs for him to pull back, gaping like a fish at the sight of her. "Duchess what are you doin' here? I-- I can't believe it. Baby, is it.. really you?"

LOCATION: the jukebox FOR: @mromalley

It wasn't her usual choice when it came to eating establishments. Duchess quite honestly preferred Aile Ouest to anywhere in town, but there was something about the atmosphere, the music of The Jukebox, that just felt... home-y, familiar in a way that she could not put her finger on. That was why she'd found herself here today, seated in a booth, skimming a menu as her eyes wandered mindlessly to a man across the restaurant. But not just any man, no... Surely her eyes were deceiving her. He looked older, now, in the glimpse she'd caught, but just as handsome as they day they'd met. Before she could stop herself, Duchess found her legs nearly moving on their own, approaching him with an outstretched arm, a freshly manicured finger tapping his shoulder. "Thomas?" Her voice came out as nothing more than a squeak, strained with hope. Why, it couldn't be. After all this time? It couldn't be. "Thomas O'Malley?"

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location The Jukebox

Thomas whistled out loud, an old tune from the 50's that he still loved to this day despite its age, as he sketched out today's specials on the board. Setting it back on top of the counter Thomas admired his handiwork as he wiped the chalk off of his hand onto a dishcloth, and swung it over his shoulder. "Well I'll be dammed" he mused with a grin. "C'est magnifique, am I right?"

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