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]

[ 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?

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[munies]

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...

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[greenies]

[ 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. ]

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[munies]

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. ]

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[greenies]

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.

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[munies]

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?