Ashe-Cat
Tommy doesn't remember when he first entered this world, or even who his first customer was, but he knew one thing that has stuck with him for all his years that he can, no matter how briefly, recall. The people who came here were broken but not mangled, shattered but not crippled, broken down but not reduced to atoms. They could be fixed. And somehow, without even having to breath, Tommy knew this to be his sole purpose inside of life.
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"Welcome to the bar Wilbur, a safe place if you would. Now, if you wouldn't mind my asking... What's your world like?" Wilbur looked stunned, before giving a dreary sigh and running his hand through his hair seeming more tired than he was when first walking in. "Honestly, I wouldn't even know where to start." Tommy slightly smiled in response, leaning back in the chair and meeting his gaze with the other heterochromatic ones, the right grey with flecks of azure and the left brown. "I have all eternity."