On the way from the causeway to Luke's, Saturday morning

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Unlike his doppelganger, Priestly was entirely aware of the holiday, yesterday. He'd even gotten up early this morning to hit up a farmer's market on the mainland and pick up some supplies for the probable influx of hungry kids.

Some of them with actual superpowered appetites.

He wondered if he'd get Jane or Lena visiting this time. He wondered what would happen if they both showed up at the same time.

Was it incest if you were half-siblings across whole dimensions? Probably. It really probably was.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open.]

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Bishop had decided to explore a little bit before heading for Luke's. It had taken him all of a moment to work out that he was in Fandom earlier than he usually was -- they didn't even have the chocolate fountain in the park, yet, geez -- and he wanted to get a look at what the place must've been like before God decided to bless his parents.

Literally. Dad actually knew God by his first name and liked to cuss him out on a regular basis. Pop told Bishop not to take it too seriously, that they loved him, anyway, at which point, Dad would start cussing Pop out. . . . It was a whole big thing.

Speaking of.

"Hey, Pop!" Bishop broke into a jog when he saw Priestly. "Wait up, would you?"

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Priestly turned his head automatically at the greeting. Jane called him "Pop" sometimes, too, after all. "You asking for a soda, or are you trying to tell me you're my long lost future -- holy shit."

Look, you'd say that, too, if you were expecting a random future kid with a close friend and saw a dead ringer for yourself pre-mohawk.

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Bishop smirked and waved. "Nice to see you, too, Pop."

Yeah, he knew what he looked like. He was told it was downright uncanny.

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Un. Canny.

"What, did I produce you with cellular mitosis or something?"

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"Oh, sure, just cut Dad right out of the process."

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"Dad?" That was a new one. "Who the hell would 'Dad' be to get a kid who looks exactly like -- holy shit."

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Bishop just smirked again.

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"No," Priestly said. "Absolutely not."

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Those eyebrows? Alllll his dad.

"You trying to say I'm from a broken home?"

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"No way," Priestly said again. "You must've been -- grown in a lab, or something."

Wait, wasn't that how the old Dean said the super soldier guy was created?

"You're not part of some secret government program to genetically alter humanity, are you?"

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"No. Ew." Bishop shook his head. "I'm a blessing from God."

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"Dude. I'm agnostic."

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"Dude," Bishop returned. "You live with a guy who's actually met angels."

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Priestly stared at him a moment longer.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's your name, kid?"

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Bishop grinned. "Call me 'Bishop'."

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"Dude, no way would I have let my kid be named --" Priestly shook his head. "You know what? Never mind. Call yourself whatever you want." This was the sort of horror that was meant to be shared. "Let's go find 'Dad'."