Title: Horses of a Different Color?

Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)

Pairing(s): friendship!Thomson/Thompson

Rating: K

Warning(s): Nothing

Disclaimer: I'm this quarter Cajun girl living in Georgia. I don't even own the single occupancy dorm room I live in seventy five percent of the time. I am definitely not associated with Tintin anything other than being a consumer.

Other tidbits: I'm bored, and my creativity decided to take a brief break from writing about paternity conspiracies and putting fictional dogs to sleep. This isn't supposed to be taken seriously at all; it's just a pretty poor attempt at dry yet silly humor.

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"Thompson?"

"Yes, Thomson?"

"I swear," Thomson said before sipping his afternoon black tea, "It is just confounding to me how so many people believe we are twins. Why, just yesterday our captain friend referred to us as the 'Thompson Twins' yet again!"

"To be precise: It is for me confounding! You and I are most unlike, after all! Like, for instance, how I have a 'P' in my surname, while you have no 'P'. How can we be twins when our names are different?"

"Or, how my mustache curves at the ends," Thomson added, "while yours is straight? The difference, while subtle, is quite obvious to me!"

"Or how your hair, Thomson," Thompson said as he scratched his head, "is a shade darker black than mine?"

"Well, when we compared our birth certificates to pass the time one really slow, uneventful day, I was born five minutes after you were!" Thomson said with a grin.

"What was your first name again?" Thompson asked.

"Jeffrey. And what was yours again?"

"Jaffrey, with an "aw" sound. If we were indeed twins, how could our mum be so cruel to give us such similar names?"

"I know! Just think of the looks at people's faces when they would be introduced to us!" Thomson laughed before adding another spoonful of sugar to his drink.

"That reminds me!" Thompson interjected. "I prefer my black tea black. You prefer yours sweetened, my friend!"

"Well, I do believe that the sugar assisting the caffeine did help me barely pass the exam to get into Scotland Yard!"

"I barely passed as well! I was the lowest scoring passing candidate in the history of Scotland Yard!"

"I was second lowest passing," Thomson commented before flashing an "I'm better than you" grin.

Thompson "hmmphed" before sipping his now lukewarm tea.

Compared to you, my friend, I'm the overall better detective!...

The phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Thompson replied before running away from the kitchen table.