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Noticing that someone else was approaching, a familiar face, and it was his noon-coffee buddy, Talie. Offering a faint and warm smile. He was familiar with this individual and he found himself being relaxed around her in a similar way he was able to relax around Nixie and his coworkers. People that he knew allowed him to give off a better vibe than the one that he expressed when interacting with Jewel. That was embarrassing. 

Before the man could reach down and appreciate the offered donut, he was dunked and as he threw shade to the man and climbed back onto the seat. He was able to give Talie the attention she deserved, “[color=66946b]Aah didn't git ya wet did aah?,[/color]” That faint and warm smile stayed on his face when it came to Talie as he slowly ignored the man who threw the softball and hit the target. 

He really appreciated the offer of donuts. The realization kicked in that the man did not eat anything and hadn’t had one thing today. It was after two and he was starving himself. [i]You cannot keep doing this…[/i] was the thought that crossed his mind. Those words were stated about a week ago by Nixie herself. He needed to remember them and actually force himself to eat but some days he couldn’t. It was getting harder and harder for some reason. 

The statement proceeded through his head even more. The one about deformed Smurfs and he began to laugh at the thought. A smile that showed his pearly whites appearing. He never thought of that carnival game in such a way but he was not going to unsee it. “[color=66946b]They do look lak deformed Smurfs, don’t they?[/color]” Mainly speaking to himself as this realization hit him. Chuckling some more at the thought. How funny is that? He was going to play that game later and that would pop into his head. 

“[color=66946b]Once aah'm off this forsaken seat, aah will try to win ya a bear 'n aah will have a donut. How about that? Aah'll put myself to shame if aah don't 'n it's a shootin' game,[/color]” That seemed like a fair deal. He couldn’t eat when people were throwing balls at the target and hitting. Tommy did not want to have to let all the water out of the dunk tank, clean it, and refill it because of a donut accident. 

Stroking a handful of fingers through his hair again. He had to stay in this tank for at least thirty minutes, he promised his officers that he would do so. Maybe he would get back in it later? 
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[b]Location[/b] Sitting in the dunk tank at the police department booth 
[b]Time[/b] Festival Time 
[b]Mood[/b] Happy 
[b]Interactions[/b] [@PrinceAlexus]
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