Tin Sized Hero

Tobias Cain// Tin Woodsman I'm the cook at Granny's Diner. Either eat up, or shut up.

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Worse.

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Shit.

What is it.

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Not yet but give it time and you’ll be there. [ She took a stool on the other side of the bar from him, careful not to get too close even if it were too late for her. ] Actually.. that time might be now. I have a craving for something that you can only get at one place in this one horse town and you’re the man that’s going to get it for me.

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{He tilted his head to the side to look at her, but unwilling to lift it from the wood.} Is it pickled sausages again, because that shit is disgusting.

[notthedamselindistress-blog]

Guess you’re stuck with the both of us now, dad.

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Oh god. {He lets his head fall to the counter with a dull thud, muttering out soft curses under his breath} Hell, I'm in Hell.

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You’re starting to sound like a broken record, Cain. Someone might get the idea that you don’t want this baby.

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Little too late to have second-thoughts, isn't it.

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Fuck you, Cain.

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Not now, I've got a headache.

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I got more sleep when I was being shot at 24/7.

[waslostandnowfound-deactivated2]

[Snorting softly at his words she let her eyes roll and gaze trail off into the distance, knowing that the jetsetting she’d be doing was fantasizing in front of her laptop on the expedia website. Bitter taste of regret and frustration on her tongue, she waited until he sat and took from his mug, leaving hers untouched and placing it back in front of him.] If that’s the case we’ll both be stuck here until the end of time. 

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Not necessarily. {Chuckling with dark humor, he cupped his hands around the mug, not bothering to take a drink as his thoughts turned towards the dwindling number of days he had left before his heart gave out. Whale kept trying to punch him full of hope, but Toby had always been a realist, and pessimism was the best method of coping for him in this instance. He would be dying in a matter of months and leave nothing behind but a scattering of messes that he'll never be able to put to rights.}

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[For whatever reason, his words and lack of apathy didn’t surprise her either, Rose almost expecting some sort of truth for once in the haze of the sunrise. His words rang with a truth that wasn’t unexpected, but nonetheless made her ache, half of her wondering just why it was the brutish man next to her that elicited any emotion from her. Drumming her fingers on her chin to keep from reaching for him, she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, nodding once gently] Seems to be the general consensus. Would you though? If you could? Leave it all behind?

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{Would he? If given the chance to forget everything about Storybrooke, if he didn't have a heart on the verge of falling apart or a best friend on the verge of having a midlife crisis, would he leave it all--} I don't know. {Gaze falling into his coffee cup, he slid from his chair and moved to make himself another cup, grabbing a second cup for her.} Not like I'll have much of a chance, regardless. I'll leave the jetsetting to you.

[waslostandnowfound-deactivated2]

[She was vaguely surprised he didn’t object to the thieving of his mug, but decided not to push her lucky by saying something. It was quiet in the diner, her favorite time to come in when there was no one else around, before he was too busy to do much else but yell from the kitchen. Passing the mug back she rested her chin on the heel of her hand] Do you ever wish there was something other than this?

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{Toby lost himself to his thoughts, to the life growing in Meg's stomach, and the continuing thud of his heart as it slowed to a halt in his chest as the days passed. It wasn't until the mug was pressed back into his hand and he'd taken a sip when the soft words she spoke even registered. Slowly he set the mug back down, gaze on the waves and the clouds as he shook his head. He didn't know whether it was the early morning, or her soothing presence that let his words ring with truth, rather than his usual sharp sarcasm.} Can't afford to.

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Don’t you have something to go burn?

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Besides this entire conversation? No, my burning days have been put to an end, I only poison people these days. --Muffin?

[waslostandnowfound-deactivated2]

[Turning to look over her shoulder she finally saw the view he was talking about and sighed, nodding once silently and taking the few steps over to sit next to him on the couch, stealing his mug without a word] 

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{He raised his brow as his mug was stolen, and perhaps it showed just how comfortable he'd slowly come to be in Rose's company that he didn't even put up a token protest. Just watched her drink his coffee, and slowly turn his gaze back towards the sunrise as he waited for the diner to slowly fill with customers.} 

[peekbelowthesurface]

Thank god.

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No such thing.

[waslostandnowfound-deactivated2]

In the way of what, pray tell?

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The view. {He doesn't say much more, just took another sip of his coffee and gestured with his chin to the window behind her that held a perfect view of the early morning sun coming out over the lake}

[waslostandnowfound-deactivated2]

Somewhere you prefer me to stand?

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Not in my way.

[peekbelowthesurface]

No, but I’m sure you’re just waiting to enlighten me.

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Nope.

[waslostandnowfound-deactivated2]

No where else to stand, sugar.

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Wasn't aware there was a monopoly on standing space.

[peekbelowthesurface]

Yet you chose to talk knowing full well that it probably wasn’t going to do you any good.

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You know what they say about insanity.