[ After waking up feeling like absolute klunk, Minho is less than thrilled about wherever he's woken up. Everything is... It's like the base WICKED brought them to, has a similar feel to the dorms but with more freedom. There aren't any guards, and the doors seem locked simply by virtue of privacy rather than containment.
Rubbing tenderly at the fresh burn scar around his neck, he tries not to touch his face. Like he didn't have enough problems after getting set on fire and struck by lightning, but whatever, he ignores the blood on his sterile white clothes and does what he does best - explore.
Which leads to him catching sight of a familiar face, from the top of the stairs. Relief washes over him, because he hasn't seen Thomas in weeks. Gotta wonder why he's still in those clothes, but later. ]
Hey, greenie! You look like a shucking crank that rolled in slop. Quit spooking people. [ This does not stop him from jogging over towards him, though, heading right down the stairs. He does it stiffly, though, the beating Lincoln gave him taking its toll. ]
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Rubbing tenderly at the fresh burn scar around his neck, he tries not to touch his face. Like he didn't have enough problems after getting set on fire and struck by lightning, but whatever, he ignores the blood on his sterile white clothes and does what he does best - explore.
Which leads to him catching sight of a familiar face, from the top of the stairs. Relief washes over him, because he hasn't seen Thomas in weeks. Gotta wonder why he's still in those clothes, but later. ]
Hey, greenie! You look like a shucking crank that rolled in slop. Quit spooking people. [ This does not stop him from jogging over towards him, though, heading right down the stairs. He does it stiffly, though, the beating Lincoln gave him taking its toll. ]