second trial. | voice (unlocked)

[greenies]

[ 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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[greenies]

[ thomas has been idly stroking minho's fur the entire time he's been answering these questions--the method in itself is very soothing, and really, for as much as he misses his flesh and blood best friend, it's been kind of nice to have him as small and cute as he is.

so when he moves and speaks up, it surprises thomas a little. he's obviously a bit sluggish, but he glances down at the big, furry fox currently sprawled across his lap like he owns it and scratches him behind the ears. ] In the middle of the night? I'm not going to wake you up.

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[arms]

[ Eyes falling half-closed, Minho sighs heavily, contentedly. It's not so bad, being a fox, when thunder isn't shaking him down to his very bones. He really wants to be a person again, but, you know. Whatever. Thomas and Teresa pet him, and feed him, and let him sleep in their beds. But he pulls his head back afterwards, catching Tommy's thumb gently in his teeth. He gnaws a little, but not enough to pierce his skin or hurt him, just to worry at him affectionately. ] I'd be awake, anyways. It's either work on maps or run. Only time I've been able to sleep much is when I've been with you, or you and Teresa.

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[greenies]

[ thomas rocks his hand where minho's gnawing lightly on his thumb, moving his face back and forth with the effort. he doesn't look down at him while he speaks, staring far off at the locket, although it's obvious his thoughts are elsewhere. ]

...me too. [ he admits, eventually. ] Maybe we should see if they'll move your bed in here. [ thomas pulls his hand free and puts it on minho's stomach, instead, scratching. ] I almost miss your snoring.

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[arms]

[ Rather than snap and bite and fight against the movement, Minho just rocks his head back and forth where they've got hold of one another. He lets out a soft churring sound at him, shifting more onto his back before he chuffs and stretches his hind legs out. ] Hell, could just do it on our own and use my room for work. Map room, part two. [ The scratches cause him to kick a leg before he realizes it and stops himself, yawning wide with sharp teeth. ] Slim it, my snoring is music to your ears.

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[greenies]

[ thomas spots minho's leg kick--he grins, biting his lip to keep from full out smiling and immediately attacks the spot again. minho will probably bite him but it's worth it. thomas could take the fuzzy, small best friend...but maybe not the sharp teeth.

still, he scratches his tummy the minute it appears, with both hands. ] Yeah. Sure, something like that. [ no not really min you snore like a chainsaw. ] That's fine with me. We can try and build a model of Caer Scima in it, maybe. Use it like a headquarters.

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[arms]

[ Though he wants to resist, Minho winds up going limp as Thomas starts scratching at his stomach. Vigorously, even, leaving him stupid for a minute as he stretches out for maximum scratchies, trying to ignore the urge to kick his leg again. He succeeds for a moment, but then he brings his foot up, pushing at Thomas' wrist and making a high, irritated fox noise at him. Lie all you want Thomas, you drift right off to dreamland when he snores. ] That wouldn't be a bad idea. We need more space for all the klunk we got planned, anyways.

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[greenies]

[ oh, well, nevermind the rest of that. important conversation? who needs it. thomas is officially starting to crack a grin, and a fairly big one at that. he abandons the need to continue what they're talking about and goes at minho's stomach with a new vigor, using both hands.

belly rubs, you're getting them. ] I almost wish you'd stay like this. [ not really because he'd miss minho but this is so cute. ]

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[arms]

Would you - [ His protest is promptly cut off as Thomas gets into rubbing and scratching, and Minho just lays there for a minute. The sensation makes him go limp all over again, and he just sprawls there for a minute until Thomas teases him. For as much as he'd love to just let him keep grinning like that - do you know how rare those are? - his dignity can only take so much. He wraps all four legs around Tommy's hands, biting at his fingers without the goal of actually hurting him. ] We'll get you a shucking pet, then.

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[greenies]

[ thomas laughs when minho bites his fingers, even if it stings just a little--he can't help but be amused down at his poor, beleaguered best friend. he grabs onto his muzzle when minho bites at it, holding his mouth shut with his fingers, all playful, and shakes his head again. ]

You know this is payback, right?

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[arms]

[ Making a disgruntled noise as his jaws are held shut, Minho narrows his eyes and swivels his ears back as he stares up at him. At least this is a marked improvement compared to how Thomas was acting earlier, especially when talking to some of the people over the lockets. He's not too thrilled with some of them, especially the dark-haired, severe looking girl. He kicks his hind feet against his wrist, sighing out an exasperated noise now. Yes, he knows. Now let go of his mouth. ]