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second trial. | voice (unlocked)

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

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[ thomas is quiet for a long time before he answers teresa--he squeezes the locket a little, pulls it closer like that could help comfort her. it hurts to know she's going through the same thing he is, that they all are. but, if thomas could have nightmares the rest of his life to give teresa dreamless sleep, he'd do it for her. ]

If I find one, I'll share it with you.

You weren't projecting, if that makes you feel any better. At least all our practicing is paying off?

[ she sounds a little amused, but still just so tired. sometimes it's nice to get in touch with Tom telepathically, but there's something more... normal about physically talking. makes it easier to ignore the other things going on in her head ]

Yeah. [ there's a smile in his voice now, and it's completely obvious; thomas cups the locket like it's something precious because it is. he likes talking to her like this, likes knowing that it's just the two of them out in the air instead of in their heads. he just likes teresa. he missed her so badly when everything was going down that it's a relief for things to be slowly returning to normal. a relief that she's alive and here. a constant reminder that thomas'll never let her go again.

he complains, although his tone is light. playful, almost. ] I can't believe you have to teach me my ABCs, again. [ thomas doesn't remember it, but it feels natural. ]

To be fair, neither of us were that great at it for the first few ..years. [ no really, years. but that's what happens when you give a third grader a telepathy chip. it's going to take some time to learn any kind of focus. ] I don't mind, though. You're a quick learner. And your nose flares a little when you're concentrating really hard. S'cute.

[ she called you cute she called you cute she called you cute

thomas huffs, and is immensely thankful for the privacy of the voice function, considering his cheeks go a brilliant red. ] It does not. [ it probably does. ] It's--you're a good teacher. I don't mind learning. Uh--from you.

[ wow, nailed it. ]

It does. [ very insistent! and very amused ] You've done it for as long as I can remember.

You're sure about that? I don't have anyone to be jealous of, do I? You know, any other teachers you might have here. Teaching you stuff.

[ yeah someone's pretty terrible at flirting ]

[ thomas can hear the amusement in her voice and flushes even further--he can literally feel his ears burning. ] You're totally making that up! It's not like I'm going to look in a mirror when I'm focusing on something.

[ this is definitely distracting him from not being able to sleep. thomas is also terrible at flirting so this continues as awkwardly as it has before. are his hands sweating? it totally feels like they are. he smiles on his end, even if it's not visible, and asks, faintly teasing. be cool thomas be cool. ] Besides Minho?

It is! I swear, I swear. Next time I'll be sure to get a photo of it. Or a video. A video might be better proof.

[ she's busy hiding her smile in her pillow after that, even though he can't see it. it's still kind of ridiculous ]

Minho, huh. What's he been teaching you that I can't?

[ no, she doesn't sound the least bit competitive, but she's trying to, maybe. ]

[ teresa why are you so cute

thomas is definitely staring off into the distance like the twitterpated teenager he in fact is. ] Yeah, whatever. [ he doesn't sound nearly as huffy as he probably should sound.

dryly, with a little bit of a grin in his voice, like he's teasing her: ] Running?

Running? Please. I could teach you how to run. [ false ] And how to be a great Runner. [ also false ]

But, I guess if you want to learn from Minho so bad, I can't stop you...

[ what no that's not what he wants no ]

We should have a race. [ ... ] Just you and me. [ mostly because minho would probably smoke them both. ]

You really think you can handle that, Greenie?

[ she's trying to sound tough but she actually probably sounds kind of prurient. flirting is so complicated. ]

You're the greenie. [ god how many times does he have to tell people that okay teresa came last, not him!!!

also this is making thomas feel weirdly jittery and excited. a part of him probably just wants to impress teresa, the rest is just still sort of head over heels confusedly in love with her. ] I'd bet something on it.

No, no, I- was the last one, ever. You were the last Greenie ever. [ no it doesn't make sense, but she sounds fully confident in that reasoning ] It's okay. Green suits you.

What kind of something?

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