[ thomas glances up as a girl comes to talk to him, and he's momentarily startled by her appearance. she looks like something out of a painting--thomas doesn't even remember paintings, and he knows that much. she's very pretty, too, and his cheeks flush a little before he cocks his head downwards. his suitcase is over by his feet, and though thomas had taken a second to poke through it, he'd stopped after a few minutes, because there was something in there that shouldn't be in there.
he holds the bloodied doll in his hands, and curls his palms around it as she addresses him, looking up and looking far more vulnerable than he intends to. ] Yeah. Figures they'd at least set me up with supplies, this time.
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he holds the bloodied doll in his hands, and curls his palms around it as she addresses him, looking up and looking far more vulnerable than he intends to. ] Yeah. Figures they'd at least set me up with supplies, this time.